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sticks & stones (myg) | one shot

part of the titillating touches collab

♢ genre: (18+) friends to lovers, ex-fwb, mutual pining, massage au | fluff, sprinkle of angst, smut

♢ summary: surprise! you're gifted a free massage at the nearby massage parlor called "Blissful Hands." you've heard about the parlour about once or twice, never thought about stepping foot inside to take advantage of their services. thinking you could use the massage to relax, rid yourself of any stress and built up tension, you walk into the parlor excited for your first massage opportunity. however, when you realize your masseur is no other than Min Yoongi himself, all excitement flies out the window. never did you think you'd reunite with your biggest crush in college, the one that got away. they say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you— but in this case, you find out that words have actually ruined a lot for you and Yoongi. and stones.. well, they'll do a lot to ease that instead.

♢ pairing: reader x masseur!myg

♢ words: 18.4k

♢ warnings: i did as much research as possible on hot stone massages pls forgive me, mature language/cussing, sexually implied content, sprinkle of angst??, miscommunication, rumors and assumptions, unspoken feelings, awkward reunion lol yoongi isnt really having it at first, oc shoulda tried harder tho oof, he does have a soft spot for oc, drinking/intoxication, flashback scenes, use of pet names like baby and princess, cuddles, after care, making out, unprotected sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, use of oil and hot stones in foreplay, fingering, clit play, slight marking, sprinkle of spit play, breast play, smut on the massage table ://, pulling out, grinding, edited but unedited lolol sorry if i missed anything!

♢ note: thank you so, so much to @ressjeon for thinking of me and for inviting me to be a part of this collab! i had tons of fun writing this <33 also, big shoutout again to @ilikemesometaetaes & @jimilter for this beautiful ass banner! please check out the other works part of this collab, they’re all amazing and won’t disappoint!

—i also wanted to let you all know i’ll be continuing my break and i won’t be as active on here for awhile. i need a moment to rest since i’ve been feeling pretty down and unmotivated lately. just gotta take a moment to shake off this funk. but, i’ll be writing behind the scenes from time to time in between pulling my personal stuff together. 💞

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It's that time of the year again.

It's that time of the year again where your loved ones sweetly greet you, your coworkers shove plans and alcohol in your face because you aren't getting any younger— Immediate family reminding you where you need to be at this point in your life.

Married, with kids, doing some other job that brings in more money.

You know what it is.

No harm, they say. Just a reminder. It's your birthday for fucks sake, and they wanna give you a reminder?

Anywho, you park your car after a long day of work, just now hanging up the phone after your mom and dad had called to greet you [aka bringing up said reminder mentioned above] in the most loving way they can. You know they come from a good place, and you know that they support you either way, so you can't help but give off a tiny sigh and respond with a cute little 'yes, I know but thank you, I love you' in the end. You grabbed your purse and headed up the steps to your apartment, grabbing the mail on the way up without giving it another look as you set it near your keys at the entrance way. You immediately slip out of your heels first, then make your way into the kitchen to wash your tupperware from lunch.

It'll be a quiet birthday, and that's okay with you.

That's how you've always preferred it, anyway. Quiet, lowkey, no surprises—

"Surprise, bitch!" You pick up the call from your bestfriend, slightly bringing the phone away from your ear when you hear her scream on the other end. "Happy birthday to the love of my life and the only person I can stand! Did you open your mail yet? What are you up to today? Who is getting some of that tonight—"

"Hold on just a minute, Rissa." You nervously chuckle. "Thank you, and I love you, but one question at a time, please?" You tuck the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you put your dishes away.

"I'm sorry." She giggles. "You know I love you. I'm just sad I can't be there with you since they have me on this work trip for the month."

"It's okay." You crack a tiny smile. "How is it?"

"It's fine, same old." She sighs. "But this isn't about me, birthday girl. What are your plans?"

"You already know me." You laugh. "Keep it lowkey. Order some good, comforting takeout and pair it with red wine." You plop on the couch and put her on speaker so you can start your next 15 or so minutes just looking for food that you'll end up doordashing over.

"Mkay, really?"

"I don't know why you're so surprised."

"Guess you didn't open your mail."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" You look towards your entrance way at the stack of envelopes.

"Can you just go and open your mail? I made sure that would get sent with priority." She laughs as you chuckle and shake your head, meandering over to the envelopes you wanted to ignore for the evening at the very least. Well, for the most part, the majority of the envelopes get flipped through and tossed to the back, especially if you already knew none of them necessarily had an urgent deadline.

Alas, you come to Rissa's envelope. Soft pink in color with 'Y/N Y/L/N' in big, bold, black Sharpie on the front— a little drawn heart attached to the end of it.

You take your finger and gently rip the envelope open, revealing a card with a piece of paper in it. You read the sweet message written by your bestfriend before pulling out the paper to read what it consists of:

One free 60 min. massage at Blissful Hands - Applies to all massage types. Redeem Now!

No expiration date.

"A free massage?" You think out loud and Rissa laughs.

"Girl, you need to relax, okay? You're always working so damn hard, you never give yourself a break. I know I had mentioned the parlor before, but I just haven't had the time to take you. I want you to go and treat yourself as my birthday present." She pauses briefly before going on again. "And don't give me that 'with what time' bullshit cause I'm gonna be on your ass until you step foot in that establishment. Trust me. I'll be annoying, you don't want that." You laugh.

"Thank you, Rissa. I love it, seriously. Maybe I could use a day to just do this and nothing else." You flip the coupon in your hand.

"Maybe, yeah." She says sarcastically. "If you aren't gonna use that unlimited PTO benefit, then let me at it."

"You're right." You shake your head. "Fine, I'll go."

"Like, tomorrow."

"No, not tomorrow."

"Before next week, though."

"Yes, damn." You laugh a little louder. "Jeez, you weren't kidding when you said you'd be on my ass."

"No, I wasn't. Besides, I spent the money so that you could have this day be all about self-care."

"Thank you." You repeat. "I love you. And I miss you dearly."

"I miss you, too. I'll be home soon and I'll make sure my first stop is your place."

"Sounds like a plan." You say softly, genuinely missing the company of your bestfriend. "I just hope you're enjoying yourself down there in between work."

"Oh girl, you know I am. Don't you even worry." She chuckles. "Seriously though, take that coupon into the parlor this week, you hear me?"

"I will."

"Mmkay. I'll let you get back to your lowkey birthday celebration. Love you to bits and pieces." She says in a sing-song tone. "By the way, there's more gifts coming your way, they're just delayed."

"What!?"

"Byeeeee!" She laughs and abruptly ends the call. You look at the phone in disbelief before slowly setting it down onto your coffee table. You pick up the coupon and look at it again, suddenly getting the urge to look through your work calendar to see which day you could call off.

No meetings, no agenda, nothing.

Just you, yourself and this massage parlor.

"Why not?" You mutter to yourself as you place the coupon back down and start looking through the rest of the week on your calendar.

You actually don't get the chance to go until closer to the end of the week— a Thursday that most people decide that they want to cancel group meetings or work remotely to focus on other urgent projects. You don't complain though, hell, you quickly put in your time off and don't look back.

That Thursday comes just as quickly as you submitted the time off request, the sun beaming straight into your room and warming your sheets through the sheer blinds. You stretch a bit, arms poking out from underneath the covers as you yawn and try to completely wake yourself up. You figured starting your day at the massage parlor could be good, maybe it'll just get you started on the right foot, maybe it'll get you to do other spontaneous, productive things that you should've done on your actual birthday. Who knows? You were just excited to have the day to yourself with no other obligations and people, emails, deadlines— whatever fucking else comes with corporate— to worry about. You get yourself washed up and ready for the day, throwing on a simple, all black biker shorts and sports bra set. You grab a hoodie in case the day is actually colder than expected, throw on some socks, tie up your sneakers and head out the door.

The establishment isn't too far, and it's nice that it's pretty convenient. You and Rissa both had incredibly busy schedules, it was almost impossible to think about a massage during a normal week at work. If it wasn't for your birthday and for her gift, you aren't entirely sure you'd ever step foot here to take advantage of their services [knowing damn well you could use it, too]. The added bonus now is the convenience and how close it is to other establishments you frequent.

Maybe you might be back after a taste.

When you walk in, it's peaceful, serene, as you expected; soft music played in the background. A lady stood near the front desk, walking the receptionist through something— you weren't entirely sure. They finally turned their attention towards you, the lady standing coming towards you with a smile on her face.

"Hey, welcome in to Blissful Hands!" She smiles. "I'm Yannie."

"Y/N." You give her a small, toothless smile as you tug on the strap of your bag. "I, um—" You flash her the coupon after pulling it out from your jacket pocket. "I have this coupon I wanted to redeem."

"Oh, fantastic! You came at a perfect time, we have lots of availability right now." She grabs some paperwork from behind the desk and walks back over to you as you sit on the clean sofa. "I'll go through these in a bit. But, I wanted to ask. Did you already have a particular type of massage in mind? If not, I can grab a pamphlet and we can go through any questions you might have in regards to our services."

"Hm. Do you guys offer hot stone massages?" Is the first that pops into your mind. It had always been something you wanted to try, especially seeing the ads and the promos at the hotels during work trips and conferences. Plus, you've heard about its benefits through word of mouth. If they were able to offer that here, why not get yourself a free hot stone massage? It might turn out to be exactly what you need.

"We sure do." She chuckles and sits next to you. "Why hot stone, if I may ask?"

"Well, besides the usual response of lowering stress, I just feel like my body is pretty.. tense? Lots of muscle tension, soreness, fatigue. I run a lot, try to get some boxing and pole dancing in. No matter how many times I go, I still feel like it's my first time." You chuckle nervously, afraid you've spilled way too much information than necessary. She didn't even ask. "Sorry, just felt like I needed to add that in there for some reason."

"No, that helps a lot. Thank you." She laughs. "I think that would be a great option for you. Our masseur is one of the most top-rated in the city." You nod, impressed. Were they now? "Here." She hands you a pen. "I just need you to fill out these medical intake forms—" She pushes the form closer to you. "And then sign these liability forms." She follows up with the last forms.

"Sounds good."

"Once you're done, I'll take you to a room to get situated before your masseur comes in." You nod once more, giving her eye contact before continuing your task of filling out the paperwork appropriately. Yannie heads back to support the front desk momentarily until she sees you walking towards her with the completed paperwork. She thanks you, takes the papers and hands it over to the front desk before nodding towards the back. "Follow me, I'll bring you to a room." You quietly follow behind, the back area of the establishment being much bigger than you expected. You pass two rather handsome and attractive males on the way to your room, both of them giving you a bright, white smile before continuing on their way. You make a mental note that maybe, this wouldn't be so bad after all.

A massage and eye candy? Shit, count me the fuck in.

You passed a line of rooms before Yannie turns towards an empty one near the end of the hallway. She lets out a breath for a moment before stepping aside to let you in, showing you to the side of the room where you could place your things.

"Hm, let me go grab your masseur so that you can be on your way, alright? You can place your things here if you'd like, but once he comes in, he'll have you undress down to your underwear and into a robe before getting you on the table." She gives you a smile before walking out and shutting your door. As you stand around awkwardly, you hear her outside asking for your particular masseur, which isn't the problem, but it's the name that catches you off guard—

"Where's Yoongi?" You hear her ask. Yoongi, as in Min Yoongi? You hoped that there was another Yoongi on this planet just to save you from making this session 10x more awkward and weird, but something inside you told you that no, he was the only Yoongi you knew of and that's exactly who this was.

Fuck.

"You have a client, she's in there already." You hear her down the hall, followed by a low 'alright.' Suddenly, the door swings open again and it's Yannie along with the Min Yoongi himself. You're caught off guard that you don't even speak. You simply look at him, eyes full of curiosity, full of question, as he with you. But, he's quick to furrow his brows before slowly walking inside, Yannie catching onto the sudden tension in the air.

"Um, this is Yoongi, your masseur." She clears her throat.

"Sure is." You say, still keeping your eyes on him.

"Have you two met before?"

"Yup." Yoongi says before turning to her with a small smile. "I got it from here boss, thanks." Yannie gives you one last smile before shutting the door and walking down the hallway to continue her previous tasks.

"Well, if you look who it is—" You say sarcastically, placing your things down onto the side. "I didn't know you worked here." You're saying things in a certain tone to make sure Yoongi doesn't see how much you're actually dreading this right now. Because you are, god, you fucking are, and you almost wish you didn't step foot into this establishment and ask for a hot stone massage.

Could've been anything else. You should have done your research before.

"Hm, there's alot of things you don't know about me anymore, Y/N." He says coldly. "Didn't think I'd ever see you here." He starts to look at the papers and gather his things together, his back turned against you.

"Yeah, well. Rissa gave me a birthday coupon." He nods silently. "H-how've you been?" You ask him, awkwardly rubbing at your arm.

"Good as can be." He says flatly before turning to look at you, no emotion to match his blank expression. You look at the way he's changed— his orange, long hair that suited him well, body built perfectly, jaw line shaped with perfection. You're pulled out of your thoughts when he turns once more, pointing towards the back of the room. "Gonna need you to undress and get into the robe. This time, might wanna keep your panties on." He gives you a look, and you aren't sure whether or not he's throwing shade at you for whatever problems you had caused him— you weren't sure. Maybe that's where you went wrong because at one point, you and Yoongi had been close. You and Yoongi had shared everything, you and Yoongi had been everything to each other. He was one of your closest friends, maybe at some points a little too close than friends normally would be, but that was your relationship with him and you both had been on the same page about it. He was always good to you, always taking care of you, always knowing what was best for you over him—

Then, it just.. stopped.

And you clearly never understood where you went wrong. At least, to your knowledge, it wasn't clear where you went wrong.

"Mmkay." Is all you say, heading behind the divider towards the back end of his room to change into the fresh, clean robe hanging on the other side of it. You slip out of your clothes, leaving your panties on as Yoongi ever so respectfully requested, and get the robe on. You tighten the strap, feeling shy around him even though Yoongi has definitely you full blown naked before.

He's touched you.

He's kissed you.

He's handled you.

It's been years, though.

"Get on the table face down, please. I'll start off with your back." He turns to you, meeting your eyes but nothing more. He's always been this way, he's always been hard to crack. You were just lucky you were able to at some point.

You do as you're told, slipping the robe off of you and tossing it aside when Yoongi turns around to give you some privacy. You lay face down onto the table, suddenly feeling Yoongi place a clean linen cloth to cover your sacrum and below. He looks at you for a minute because even though it's been awhile, he remembers everything about you, your body. He remembers the tiny mole right below your left shoulder blade, remembers the scar on your knee. He remembers where your spots used to be, where you liked to be touched, kissed.

He lets out a small huff before shaking his head at the thoughts that start to occupy his mind. There's soft music playing in the background to help ease the energy in the room, to help relax you and soothe you. And it does. Everything feels peaceful for a moment that you almost forget you're about to get a massage by Yoongi himself until—

"You ready? I'm gonna start with your back. Let me know if the stones get too hot for you." He says, dimming the lights just a bit, lighting some candles and incense.

"Mhm." You mumble. You hear Yoongi digging the stones out of the water bath, placing them gently on a towel in front of him before grabbing the oil and lathering his hands.

"I'm gonna start, alright? Gonna oil you up first." He says, his large, strong hands manually giving your back a good massage with the oil to introduce his touch, get your tissues warmed up. You immediately feel relaxed under his touch, all tension seemingly disappearing into thin air. He feels you ease up underneath him, hands with the magic touch you could almost call him Midas.

/ FLASHBACK

"Fuck." You giggle into Rissa's shoulder, red cup empty after the second, third, sixth [who fucking knows at this point] drink of the night.

"So drunk." She giggles along with you, sipping on water.

"God, I'm getting over this party though." You turn to look at your surroundings. "Look, literally no one is dancing anymore. Everyone is just standing around talking or—" You snort when you see one of your friends slumped on the couch. "Slumped."

"It's almost that time of the night, miss. We're crossing into 1AM."

"Ugh, I need to take my drunk ass home."

"No, you need Yoongi to take your drunk ass home." She lifts your chin to get you to look at her but you pout.

"You're not going home, huh?" You ask her, already knowing she was going to spend the night at her boyfriend's apartment.

"Mm, you know this." She laughs. "Your girl needs dick. Bad."

"Whatever."

"Saying it like you don't have the same fucking thought. Shame." She gives you a look.

"Where is heeeeee?" You elongate the 'he,' lip forming into another pout as you drunkily close your eyes.

"Your man's over there." She nods towards the living room, Yoongi standing along the wall with a few of his friends.

"He's not my man."

"Mm." She looks at you up and down. "Go over there before I have more shit to say." You laugh and start making your way over to Yoongi, immediately wrapping your hand around his wrist, chin resting against his bicep.

"You okay?" Yoongi chuckles at how adorable you look.

"Drunk. Just.. drunk."

"I see that." He moves his arm to drape it over your shoulders and pull you close. "Wanna get out of here?"

"Fuck, yeah. Please."

"Where to?"

"Home." You look at him and he nods. The both of you bid your farewell's to his friends before tossing your empty cups and heading out. Yoongi had one drink earlier in the night, but he had been sipping on soda onwards throughout the evening simply because he knew you needed him to take you home. In fact, he would rather let you have the time of your life and watch you have your fun instead of him. He loved seeing that side of you, loved seeing you full of life, full of fun.

It's what attracted him to you the most.

"You okay, princess?"

"Yeah, just wanna get the fuck out of these shoes." He laughs.

"Okay, almost there." He says, kissing your temple. When you finally head down the street to the car, Yoongi gets you situated in the seat before heading to the driver's side and getting himself situated. "You're not gonna yack, are you?" He laughs when he starts driving off towards your apartment.

"No, I'm fine. God." You roll your eyes and lean your head back against the head rest.

"I'm just playing, baby." He says, large hand roaming to your thigh and giving it a good squeeze. You let out a small whimper at his touch, Yoongi smirking to himself when he knows exactly what that means. "Gonna get you some water and make sure you sleep this shit off, I don't wanna hear you complain tomorrow."

"When do I ever complain?"

"All the fucking time, dude." He laughs. "Damn. You're lucky I like you." He quickly caresses your chin. The rest of the ride is quiet, nothing but the soft music playing in the background in his car, the sounds of cars passing by along with the train running through the tracks nearby your apartment building. He parks in a guest spot that's quite far, offering to carry you up to your apartment if you feel too tired. You let him know you're alright though, lacing your fingers with his as you make your way to your door. He grabs your keys, unlocks the door and watches as you stumble in and hurriedly get out of your shoes— tossing them off to the side messily.

"Thank God, ugh." You groan, falling face down onto your comfortable, comfortable bed. You hear Yoong in your kitchen, grabbing you a glass of water and going through your medicine cabinet before walking in to your room and shutting the door behind him.

"Here. Drink some water, please."

"And if I don't?" You tease, still face down against your pillow.

"I'll leave."

"That was unfair." You say, slowly sitting up to drink some of the water. His hand caresses your back as you drink, watching to make sure you get a good amount of water in you before you set the glass back down. Once you do, you immediately get to removing your clothes, tossing them aside and crawling under your sheets in just your bra and panties.

"You wanna sleep? You don't wanna stay up for a bit?" He says, grabbing the pair of basketball shorts he left behind in your closet so he can change into something comfier.

"And do what?"

"You're gonna have a headache in the morning, Y/N."

"It's fine, I'll deal with it when the morning comes." You whine. "Can you just come here and cuddle me like you typically do?" He chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, finally crawling in and throwing his arm around your waist even as you awkwardly lay on your stomach with a leg bent upwards. He begins to quietly massage your sides and down your back, fingers gently running a line down your spine. He listens to you let out a breath, body easing up under his touch like it always does. "Feels good?" He says nearing a whisper, close to your ear.

"Mhm." You let out breathily, eyes shut to feel more of his touch. You feel him unclasp your bra to work his hands deeper into your shoulders and either side of your spine. Yoongi always knew how to work his way with you, work his magic on you— so much that even this simple massage has you wanting more out of him. It's like that though. Your relationship with Yoongi was just like that. You turn to face him and his hand continues to linger on your side, giving it a squeeze when he looks down at your face, nose, down to your lips.

"Need a massage here, too?" He smirks, playing with the strap of your bra.

"You're an idiot." You giggle as he pulls you closer and completely gets rid of your bra while planting small, soft kisses along the surface of your neck. "Wasn't really planning on this, you know?"

"That's funny cause that's always the story, yet what do we always end up doing?" Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Your hands roam up to grip his hair just as he makes his way up to your jaw, cheek, kissing the tip of your nose before locking his lips with yours. You moan into the kiss as it deepens, your tongue instantly slipping into his. The only sounds that can be heard within your room are the cars passing by outside, mixed with the noises of wet kisses being exchanged.

You work your way to toss Yoongi's shirt aside, just as he works his way to hook his finger onto your panties and slip it off. You tease at his clothed, hardened cock by palming him through his shorts and he responds by feeling how wet your pussy is. You let out a small gasp when you feel his hand start rubbing at your pussy, spreading your wetness across your pussy lips.

"Just fuck me, Yoongi." You moan, already taking his cock from beneath his shorts before he can fully shred the piece of clothing.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take care of you, baby." He says, wasting no time to climb ontop of you, taking his cock and sliding it up and down your slit a few times to tease you.

"Please." You whine. "Need to feel you." He smirks and bites onto his bottom lip just as he takes his tip and breaches your entrance.

"God, you already feel so fucking good." He lets out. "So wet for me." He watches his cock sink into you, deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out completely.

"Ohhhhhmygod—" You arch your back slightly at the feeling of being full. Yoongi works at a slow pace at first, trying to get the right rhythm going as he cocks your legs wide open with his hands.

"Princess. Look at you. Creaming the fuck out of my cock." He says, looking down as he teasingly slips in and out of you. He begins to pick up his pace, rolling his hips into you as a hand grips onto your headboard to keep him steady, the other hand kept tightly on your hip. He starts to pound into you relentlessly, loving how delicious your walls feel wrapped around him tightly.

It always, always, always, keeps him wanting more of you.

"Yes, yes, yes— just like that—hmmmfuck!" You moan a bunch of jibberish together, nails digging crescents onto his arm. "Feels so fucking good." You continue to whine, whimper, begging him to keep going for you. He lowers his body so that he could run his hands up your hair, whispering praises in your ear as he strokes in and out at a steady speed.

Making you feel him, all of him, completely.

He always tells you how beautiful you are to him, how you're his baby, how there's no one who could make him feel the way you do.

How no one could ever come close to you.

And that's the one thing that always has you hurdling over the edge, reaching your orgasm much faster than expected. Because not only does he fuck you so, so good— but he praises you, knows just the right fucking words to say, knows just how to touch you in the right places.

You let out a loud moan, yelling his name as your eyes roll to the back of your head when your orgasm takes full control. His hand slides down to grip your neck, fucking you senselessly as he tries to reach his own high watching you cum all over his dick. And he does. It takes a few more thrusts, but before you know it, his lips are grazing yours, both of you letting out silent moans when he releases inside of you, painting your walls full of white ribbons.

He comes down from his high as he softens inside of you, lips pecking feathery kisses on yours before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you. He grabs a napkin from your nightstand and gently wipes you clean before taking care of himself and throwing his arm back around you.

"You okay?" He brushes the hair out of your face before you roll onto your side.

"Definitely more sober now." You say, making him chuckle as he holds you close and kisses your shoulder.

"Good. At least I helped prevent the morning headache."

"Shut up." You chuckle.

"Anything for you." He continues to joke.

/ END FLASHBACK

After Yoongi gives your back a good introductory massage, he then turns to get the stones and holds them tightly in his palms. You feel the back of his hands work their way down on either side of your spine, all the way down to your sacrum, before coming back up. He repeats this process a few times before flipping his palms over and rolling the stones down the same path. He adds the right pressure against the surface of your skin, the heat just enough to penetrate and hit deeper into your tissue.

Yoongi doesn't even know how to feel right now with you being underneath him for a completely different reason today. And it's been years— years since you've last spoken, last talked.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't hurt all over again when he saw you.

You still looked beautiful as ever, still rocking that fine ass body with curves in all the right places. Yeah, he definitely wasn't hurt when you two ended up the way you did. He wish it never ended up that way. He wanted much, much more with you. You just never seemed to feel the same. But he couldn't dwell on it. Figured he'd just accept it and move on, even if that meant without you by his side. That was probably the hardest part all along. To be with you almost 24/7, to suddenly being without you at all. He had to do it though, for his own sake.

Yeah, he'd defnitely be lying if he said he wasn't hurt all over again when he saw you.

"Feels alright?" He dips lowly near your ear as he holds stones sideways and digs them deep into your shoulders, down your back, sacrum; always avoiding the spine directly.

"Mmm." Is all he hears. He continues to work all through your back and up to your neck before placing the stones down to rest along your spine. He places two tiny stones amongst your shoulders, guiding you to move your hand backwards one at a time, just so he can give you a good, deep, proper massage in between the scapula. Afterwards, he grabs new stones and moves down to your left leg. He uncovers it, gently massaging up and down your thigh, calf, in a circular motion with the stones, using them as an extension of his hands. He does this for awhile until he feels like he's done enough, the heat slowly moving away from the stones in his palms. So, he sticks a stone on the back of your knee where the bend is, and takes the other stone down to your foot for a soft massage— flipping the stone as needed to distribute the heat along your foot properly. Once he's finished with his final touches, he places the stone in the middle of your foot, covers the entire leg with the linen cloth and repeats the same process on your right leg.

You're sinking in and out of sleep while Yoongi massages you, all of a sudden forgetting the heated, awkward tension in the air as he continues to work his magic throughout your body. For a moment, you don't regret stepping foot into the establishment. For a moment, you don't ponder on your worries and why things feel so fucking tense between you and Yoongi. Then it hits you when he clears his throat in the background that yeah, your relationship, friendship— whatever the hell you wanted to call it— was cut off so abruptly. Seeing him made you really miss having him around. Because besides Rissa, he was someone you were able to lean on, have fun with, be yourself around.

There was no pressure with Yoongi before.

Now, there's a ton.

Pressure to, what? Fix things? Talk about things? Figure out where it went so, so wrong that he had upped and left, cutting off all ties with you without reason? You don't even know where or how to start.

"Y/N." He repeats.

"Hm?"

"I said I need you to flip over so I can work on the front of your body." You're nervous. God, you're nervous. It's like you were trying to impress him all over again, the same Min Yoongi that you had the fattest fucking crush on. The same Min Yoongi that you could do all that shit with, but could never admit that you had feelings for.

You hold onto the linen cloth as you carefully turn yourself over on the table, Yoongi once again giving you the privacy you need by turning his back. When he feels like he's given you enough time, he turns to see you pulling the linen cloth over your chest. He walks over, taking his biggest stone into another towel and wrapping it tightly before placing it down on your abdomen.

"That feel okay? Gonna leave this here while I work through your arms and legs."

"Yeah, that feels nice."

"Cool." He says, pressing it down ever so slightly just so you could feel the heat against your abdomen. He starts with your left leg, following the same rhythm he had when he massaged the back of your leg earlier. He takes the stones around your thigh, down to your calf, and works it in small circular motions before repeating the same up and down motion he had done before. He then takes the stone, places it underneath the bend of your knee and take the other to your foot. He gently grips your foot, working the stone in small motions against the surface before his touch disappears and he moves onto the next leg.

His touch.

You remember feeling cold without his touch.

After massaging your leg, he takes a moment to grab another warm towel and places it over your breasts before sliding the linen cloth down below your abdomen.

"Gonna give you a quick abdomen massage. The towel feel okay?" You let out a small 'mhm' before you hear him take a stone from behind you. He slowly introduces his touch against your abdomen, watching your body react to his touch.

His touch.

You remember how you used to react to his touch.

His touch is soft, gentle, when he presses into your abdomen, applying the right pressure as he goes on just as he realizes you're comfortable again. He takes a stone and proceeds with double-handed kneading that followed the pattern along your colon.

He makes his way up to work with your left arm, hooking the stone into the palm of his hand while he uses the other for support— gently running it up your arm and over your shoulder, back down towards your wrist. He switches to another stone and turns your hand over; starting from your palm and working his way up to your axillary node, then back down. Afterwards, he takes both stones in his hands, running it back all the way up before gently kneading as he comes back down. He leaves a stone under your hand before taking two long stones to do some manipulation around your shoulders. Once he feels like he has finished your left arm, he repeats the process on your right.

"That felt nice." Yoongi smirks at your sudden comment.

"That's the goal." He says, fixing the linen cloth over your body, tucking it in neatly so that your upper chest is properly exposed to him. "We're almost done here. I'll work on your upper chest and do a facial massage, okay? Then you'll be out of here."

"What if I don't wanna be out of here? It's too relaxing." You mumble.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way." He chuckles. "Relax." He closes off the quick conversation by soothing your upper chest, working his hands around, up the shoulders and neck just to warm up the tissue. He repeats the process but this time, takes his two long stones and works them in, running it across your chest and in circular motions around the shoulders. He places them right beneath your collarbones so you can continue feeling the heat penetrate your tissues before taking two smaller stones to your face. He works the stones in an outward motion on your cheek, your forehead, in between your eyes— before working in an upward motion along the same path. Then, he grabs two stones a size up, working it behind the neck, ear and into the hairline in smaller motions. He sets the stones aside, now finishing off the massage by working his fingers deep into your scalp, down to your temples, keeping his hands over your ears for a brief moment to let the heat and energy transfer over. "How do you feel?" He says lowly near your ear, the vibrations in his tone somehow still able to send a tingle down your spine after all these years.

"Really good."

"Yeah? That's good." He says, hands gently gliding down your neck, back to the surface of your chest before he removes the stones. "Hope that was a nice session for you."

"Way more than that. Thank you." He smiles to himself before turning towards the counter, placing the rest of his supplies back on the surface to remind himself to do some good cleaning and disinfecting before his next client.

"Take your time when you get up and get ready, alright? Don't get up too fast." You open your eyes, still feeling calm, relaxed, as your body feels every inch of the table.

"Can't I just stay?" You joke.

"No can do." Yoongi chuckles a bit.

"Hey." You call for him. "This might sound a little crazy to ask but, do you think we can catch up? It's been a long time, and quite frankly, I wasn't really expecting to run into you here." He turns over his shoulder before shaking his head.

"I don't know. I don't really think there's much for us to catch up on."

"You said it yourself, there's alot of things I don't know about you anymore. We used to be close—"

"Used to be." He says quite harshly when he cuts you off. "And yeah, just cause I said that, doesn't mean it's shit you need to know." He sighs, pushing his things aside before looking at you. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way, but you're right. It's been years, and to be honest, part of me just wants to leave it in the past like it should be kept in the past. I don't really know if there's much for us to talk about."

"Please don't be like that. I'm trying to figure out where things went wrong. It's always bothered me that we ended up this way." He shrugs.

"You ever think that maybe this is just how things were meant to be?" He says, giving you one last look, his tongue licking his bottom lip. "It was really nice to see you though, Y/N. Hope you had a good time." He says before grabbing the door knob and twisting it, not really expecting you to be back for another session after all of this. "Again, no rush. My next client isn't until an hour from now." With that, he walks out and shuts the door, leaving you to your own peace.

You were relaxed. Felt blissful, felt at ease.

But now, you aren't so sure. You aren't sure if you wanna break down and cry, if you wanna run after him and beg for him to just talk to you.

You just aren't sure.

So you get up and walk over to the back, throwing on your clothes before lazily tossing the robe into the hamper placed near the divider. You let out a breath before grabbing the knob and twisting it, revealing an empty hallway with a few closed doors in front of you. No Yoongi in sight though, and you can't help but feel a bit heavy walking out of the session as if you didn't just receive a hot stone massage from him.

"Hey! How was it?" Yannie asks, reading your expression as you walk out and tug on your unzipped hoodie. You give her a small, toothless smile and nod, hoping to be on your way quickly.

"It was great!" You simply say with a nod. "Definitely will be back." You lie, mainly because you aren't really sure where this leaves you with Yoongi even if you wanted to be back for one. Shit, that massage was everything you needed and more.

"Good to hear, we'll see you again soon then." She smiles before waving you off.

Fuck.

As for the rest of the day, you do take the time to walk around town, run into a few stores to window shop and eat at the nearby mom and pop Vietnamese restaurant for a good ol' bowl of pho. Mainly out of enjoyment for your day off, moreso because your thoughts were starting to plague your mind and you needed a distraction.

If anything, today taught you that you really needed to take more time out of your busy schedule to slip in some self-care. So, that's what you do to end your night just as well as you started it [you like to think]. You run some hot water and bubbles, pour a glass of red, red wine and light up some incense, candles.

"Wait—" Rissa says while you have her on speaker, phone sitting on the toilet cover. "Yoongi was your masseur?!”

"Yuuuup." You say, sipping on your red wine.

"Oh, this is some shit." She laughs. "Wish I could get my ass on that first flight home so I could see how you look right now."

"Don't even try it."

"Well, tell me the massage was at least worth it."

"It was, very much so." She chuckles.

"But?"

"But, what?"

"There's a 'but' in that sentence. Now, spill."

"It's just weird. We fell off so abruptly, there was no closure. I just wish we could talk about things, I'm not entirely sure where things went wrong between us and it kinda sucks now that I've seen him again."

"I know Yoongi has always meant a lot to you, Y/N. But you could never admit it to him, yourself, even. Don't you think that has a lot to do with this?"

"W-what? That's not true."

"See, there you go again." You sigh.

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Think about it. Not saying that's it, there could be other reasons and the only person who would really know is Yoongi since we know what your side is like, but we don't know his."

"I don't know what to do. Should I go back?"

"What, for a massage or for Yoongi?" She laughs. "Or both, I guess."

"Both." You slip a bit further down into the water. "He was pretty direct today. I don't think he wants to talk about it, but part of me can't really let that go."

"You've always been stubborn like that. But, it's good, you know? You always go for what you want without giving up. I say go for it. If he really, really doesn't wanna see you and talk about things after this, then don't force it. Maybe he's right. It sucks to say, but maybe that's really how you two were supposed to end up." You sigh.

"Yeah, yeah." You respond simply, shutting your eyes as you let the hot water seep in and continue to relax your muscles. It was hard to say. Yoongi did mean a lot to you. He was someone you always had fun with, someone you could trust, someone who took care of you even when you didn't ask.

Of course, he meant a lot to you.

Of course, you wouldn't let that go after seeing him again.

But of course, Yoongi's detached and you're having to break through his walls yet again— most likely due to something you did that you weren't even aware of.

"You're back!" Yannie exclaims when she sees you walk through the door shyly.

"I am. I probably should have called beforehand, but I wasn't sure if I was going to make it in time before the last slot." You rub your hands together. "Is Yoongi here?"

"He sure is, and you just got lucky. His last spot cancelled not too long ago." Yannie shrugs.

"Sweet."

"He's with someone right now, but the session will be over—" She glances at the time. "Pretty soon, actually. Take a seat and get comfortable for now, alright?" She smiles, handing you one form to sign. You silently take the form with you, reading through the liability language again as you take your pen and get ready to sign at the line on the bottom half of the page. Sooner or later, you hear some giggling and a female voice echoing in the back hallway, a pretty, young lady coming through with Yoongi following behind her.

His smile drops almost instantly when he sees you sitting there. But it's not cause he's mad or anything, no. He could never be that mad at you after everything, could never hold a big grudge against you. He's just surprised that you're back, and he's also [surprisingly] relieved to see you're back.

Your eyes, and that smile.

The way you always used to hold onto him and hold his hand, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes.

Your laugh.

He could never be that mad at you.

"Hey, I know your last client cancelled, but Y/N is here hoping to grab that slot." Yoongi nods.

"Yeah, it's no problem." He looks at the young lady in front of him as she bats her lashes and sways her hips while walking towards the door.

"See you next session, Yoonks?" She calls him a weird nickname that falls off her tongue so poorly. God.

"Of course." He smiles shyly, hand coming to the nape of his neck as he watches her walk out. He finally turns his attention towards you and clears his throat when he realizes you had been watching the interaction the entire time. "I um, just need to clean up in there a bit then I'll be ready for you. Give me a couple of minutes."

"Okay." Is all you say before finally scribbling your fucking signature on that line. Oh, Yoonks. Hope she isn't the one you're slipping in bed with. Your heart would be crushed to know he already had someone, even though you knew it was a high possibility after all this time. You couldn't be selfish with him forever.

Sooner or later, you're pulled out of your thoughts when Yoongi peeks his head out into the waiting area and taps the door frame. He purses his lips together when he looks at you and nods.

"Ready?"

"Mmyeah." You get up to follow him.

"Enjoy!" Yannie exclaims when she sees you follow him to the back. You quietly continue on, setting your things aside like you had done before when you step into the room and Yoongi shuts the door behind him.

"Was that your girlfriend, or something?" You tease.

"No. Repeat client." He looks at you before turning. "Somehow, I know you aren't really here for the massage." He fiddles with his things on the counter.

"I mean, I am. I could really use one."

"But you wanna try and talk, don't you?" You silently excuse yourself behind the divider to change and slip the robe on.

"Maybe. I won't push it." You say, tying the robe close before taking a seat on the edge of the table.

"Mm, but you always push it." He softly chuckles. "There's no stopping Y/N when she's determined to get what she wants." He turns to look at you, white tee hugging his body so nicely— you can't help but ogle a bit when he steps in front of you.

"No, not anymore necessarily." You try and cover your shit up even though both him and Rissa are right. You know this.

"Right." He lets out a little laugh. "You wanna lie down so we can get this started?" He walks over to the cabinets, grabbing a fresh, clean pair of linens in his hands. When he turns, he catches you removing your robe and covering your breasts when you're about to lie down. He quickly turns because quite frankly, he shouldn't even be in here for this— but, it's you.

You know this, too.

"I'm ready." You tell him, placing your face into the cushion comfortably.

"Cool." He says, draping your lower body with the linen in his hand, tucking it gently into your sides to make you feel even more comfortable. He makes his way to the front, preparing to manually massage you before adding the stones just so he can introduce his touch again. "Gonna start, alright? Relax, breathe in and out. I'll massage you without the stones first to get your tissues warmed up."

"Okay." You pause before calling for him again. "Yoongi?" You let out a little weirdly with the pressure he's adding onto your back.

"Hm?"

"What really happened between us?" He chuckles.

"And here you were, trying to tell me you weren't gonna push the agenda. Do you have to do this now? Mid-hot stone massage?" You head the clacking of the stones against each other before he starts working it into your back. He's right, it honestly feels too good for you to speak properly, but you felt like this was the only way— the only option, so to speak. His number had changed, he wasn't necessarily on social media. Didn't live at home with his parents anymore.

How else could you contact him besides seeing him for a massage?

"What other choice do I have?"

"I already told you there isn't much to talk about."

"Yeah, so why are we so awkward with each other?"

"It's been years."

"Why has it been years, Yoongi?" He sighs, head falling before he continues to work your back.

"It's your massage, don't blame me if you don't feel completely rested afterwards." He caves, gives in, knowing he can't ever say no to you. He can't ever be that mad, no.

You know that.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Y/N. I was pretty upset with you when we spoke last. Do you even remember when that was?" He speaks up again.

"In college, yeah." You let out a small sigh when he deeply massages near the shoulder blades.

"So, you don't exactly remember?"

"Yoongi, I don't. Okay? I'm sorry." He should've expected it. He remembers that scene so clearly in his head, it almost aches him. He really did like you, Y/N. Min Yoongi was so much in like with you that he wanted to stop being friends with benefits, and he wanted more out of it. He was sure you two could take it there, no doubt. You fit each other well. So, so well—

Until you didn't.

/ FLASHBACK

"Sorry, I need to go find Y/N soon. She said she wanted to kick it." Yoongi tells his friend, Akio.

"What, for a quick fuck?" He laughs, making Yoongi shake his head.

"Shut the fuck up. She's not just a quick fuck. That girl means a lot to me, alright?" Yoongi catches the way Akio's face falls, moreso into confusion.

"Wait, you're not serious, right?"

"I'm pretty sure I am." Yoongi responds sarcastically, a little thrown off at the way he's taking the news right now. Was there something he wasn't aware about? Last time he checked, even if you two weren't serious, you both were exclusively just fucking around with each other and each other only.

Yoongi could be completely wrong at this point, though. But he hoped he wasn't. He really respected you and cared about you more than anyone he has ever crossed paths with, and the foundation of your friendship, that closeness you two had before anything, meant everything to him. He would never fuck that up. That's why he always checked in with you, always made sure that what you two were doing was still okay. He would never wanna disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable. He never wanted to step out of line, or even hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Look, I just thought you two settled on the fact that you were friends with benefits, that's all."

"What do you know that I don't?"

"Nothing, man. That's it."

"Don't lie to my face, dude." Yoongi gives off a nervous chuckle. "What did she say to you?"

"She's been telling people that you two weren't serious and that she couldn't really see you two together like that.. or— that she couldn't see you like that." Ouch. Yoongi's fucking hurt, alright. And if that wasn't enough, Yoongi catches the way Akio looks past his shoulder, so he follows his gaze. He turns to see you flirting with the hot soccer boy on campus, Kane, who was also notorious for sleeping around and messing with other females at the same time.

Great.

Fucking great.

Because he knows you wouldn't turn that down— no, the fuck you wouldn't.

And he wishes he was wrong because the moment he sees you hold onto his arm and let him walk you up into the dormitory, his heart sinks. Shatters to pieces. Everything feels numb.

He thought you two were on the same page. Clearly, you weren't. He could never be that mad at you, though. Because he's always gonna have it for you, always gonna have that soft spot for you and hold you close, even if you were meant to stray away, even if you were meant to be kept at a distance.

He could never be that mad at you, no.

"I'm sorry my guy, I really thought you two had been on the same page. I didn't wanna be the first to break it to you like that. Maybe you should talk to her."

"No, it's good. You're right, it's really not that serious." He lies.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's whatever." Akio shrugs.

"Alright then, I'm just saying. It could be good for you two to talk. It seems like there's still a disconnect somewhere." Yoongi ignores his added statement and pats him on the back.

"Gotta go, catch you later." He thought you two were close enough, thought he could read every inch of you, be that person who knew you like the back of his hand. He thought he had the privilege of having that much access to you because god, never in a million years would he have guessed. It started off so innocently, started off as two friends going through college together, before it grew into something more.

He wished it could blossom into more.

But now, maybe he truly does have to keep you at a distance. Keep you away, treat you like your mind and heart had been somewhere else this entire time.

Fuck.

Later that evening, Yoongi runs into you after you finish up a review session in the library. It was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight, but there was no turning back. You weren't even aware that he knew about the things you said, seeing you with Kane earlier today. You knew nothing.

"Hey." You giggle, swinging your arms around him, but he gently pries it off and continues to walk towards his dorm. "Wait, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just having an off day." He says, keeping his head hung low.

"What happened?"

"Classes, homework. Lots of stuff to do."

"Oh, okay. That's it?" You nervously chuckle. "You got it, champ. I know you'll get through it." You playfully punch at his bicep, but he doesn't respond. "Okay, well, I'm sorry it's been a bad day." You awkwardly rub at your arms, stopping in your tracks. "I'm gonna go hang out with Kane and his friends, alright? Let me know if you need me."

"Mhm." He says, brushing you off completely and walking into this dormitory building.

/ END FLASHBACK

"I was waiting for you to try and figure out what was wrong. I wanted you to come to me and fix things, like I always do when something is off between us—" He works his way to your left arm. "With you. But the one night I needed you to do the same, you couldn't. Then you proceeded to tell me you were gonna go off and hang out with Kane and his friends." He says, working the stones down your arm.

"I wish you could have just told me."

"Y/N. You knew something was wrong, but you just didn't try to fix it. You didn't really care in the moment. The only thing you cared about was yourself and benefitting for yourself." You aren't really sure how to respond because now that you think about the moment, he was right. You knew something was off, but you didn't care enough to try and fix it. Yoongi had always been there for you, had always put you before anyone and anything.

And the one time he expected you to pull your own weight, even as a good friend [all benefits and fuckbuddy shit aside], you couldn't do that for him.

"I'm sorry."

"I mean." He chuckles, covering your arm with the linen before moving down to your leg. "Doesn't really matter anymore, right?"

"Of course it does. I'm sorry it had to take this for me to realize but it really fucked me up that we just stopped talking. I was dumb." You mumble.

"You're not dumb, don't say things like that." He adds.

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't apologize anymore. It's fine. I shouldn't have made it such a big deal."

"It is a big deal." He sighs a bit. "Can I ask you something?"

"Mhm."

"Were you really hurt about the whole Kane thing?"

"Are you really asking me this?"

"Right." You subtly shake your head. "I take it back—"

"Of course I was hurt." He continues to reply anyway. "I thought we were on the same page. We were for awhile. My feelings for you grew, and I thought we'd eventually make our way into something bigger than just being friends with benefits. I cared a lot about you, I tried to do a lot of things to show you that you were something special to me. You always came first because I had never had someone make me feel comfortable in my own skin the way that you did. Then—" He gently massages your foot with the stone before moving onto your other leg, introducing is touch just like he did before. "When I found out you were messing with other people and telling other people you didn't really see me that way, it fucked me up."

"Yoongi." You turn your head to the side, hoping to get a glimpse of him somehow.

"Nah, it's okay. You wanted an explanation so I'm giving it to you. Really, there's no need to try and apologize for it now. It's all in the past and I kinda just wanna leave it that way." You're a tad bit hurt at the way he won't accept the apology, but part of you understood that it took way too long for you to realize that something you had done affected him in ways you could only imagine.

"I should've done better." Is all you can say. He doesn't respond to it, though. Just continues to massage you, make you feel good like he always has done. You feel a little awkward now, lowkey regretting the fact that you came here with the sole intention to get Yoongi to talk about what happened between you two. Although, it was definitely something you needed to hear. Where to go from here though? You had no idea how to navigate this. What if this was it? After seeing him, you didn't want it to be. You wanted to try and fix this, even with knowing that it was close to impossible to bring back what you two had before.

That's the only thought that continued to plague your mind at this moment; the only thought that repeated itself over and over again that you didn't even realize you were now having to face him as you switch onto your back to let Yoongi massage the front of your body.

"You can relax, you know?" He looks you in the eye, a little confused as to why you're just plainly staring at him as he starts the front body massage.

"I'm sorry." You repeat, close to a whisper. "I just wanna fix things between us. I know it's a little late, but better late than never right?"

"Mm, I'm always going to have a soft spot for you Y/N.. but in a way where I can just support you and care about you from a distance. I think we work better that way."

"Do we, though?"

"These past years kinda say so, don't you think?"

"But that's because I didn't know any better." He shrugs.

"It seemed to be fine." He simply states.

"Were you, though? I missed you, a lot. I just didn't know how else to reach out to you before, or where to even find you."

"Don't say things you don't mean." He lets out a tiny breath, pursing his lips together.

"I do mean that. I thought about us, you, a lot. I missed the way you cared for me and how you were always there for me. I missed how you always made me feel so special." You stop there, even though you can go on and on about how Yoongi made you feel back in the days. That lingering feeling of attachment, of needing his touch, his cuddles, the way he never let you down. Fuck, he was so good to you. You let him get away.

"Sounds like this is purely for your benefit."

"You can't say we didn't make each other happy."

"You did make me happy, I just wasn't the case for you."

"Of course you made me happy."

"Kinda hard to believe." He says flatly. "Look, I said what I needed to say. I think that's what you wanted, right? I've just come to the conclusion that we're better off the way that we ended up. You'll always mean something to me, no matter what. Don't get me wrong. But, I think we both just need to continue moving on and leaving that where it belongs." Suddenly the room feels hot and tense, especially when he's incredibly close to your ear, close to your face, your lips. His hands continue to travel down your body, working his touch like he's always been so good at doing.

You leave it at that, though. Respecting his wishes, not wanting to push any further to avoid more issues. Although it fucking kills you, and you wish you could just snap your fingers and you and Yoongi could return to your old ways like shit never happened.

You should've known better, you could have done better. You were too selfish to try at the moment, and now you're laying here wondering how things could have been if you just tried a little harder for him.

He's the one that got away.

Maybe he was right, maybe there really was no coming back from this. Maybe it was just better this way.

When the massage comes to a close, Yoongi softly lets you know that the session has concluded, but doesn't say much. He doesn't offer for you to come back like the first time you came here, doesn't really offer much in general. You quietly get up to change behind the divider, tossing the robe into the hamper while Yoongi tidies up his room for closure tonight. When he hears you come out from behind the divider, he simply gives you a look over his shoulder before returning his attention to his supplies beneath his hands.

"You feel alright?" He decides to ask anyway.

"I guess so." You dig your hands into your pockets. "Thank you."

"Of course." He finally turns to fully look at you, eyes locking onto yours as his tongue comes out to meet the corner of his mouth. You don't pull your gaze away for a bit, his look still giving you those same old butterflies you used to feel when he used to give you the same look back in the day. His eyes used to say a lot about how he felt about you without the need to actually say it out loud. He watches as you grab one of his business cards and scribble something on the back before handing it to him.

"Just know that I'm really sorry, and I really wish we could fix things. Or, I could fix things. I should have done better for you, especially when I knew I felt more for you than what I showed at the time." He sees that you had written your number on the back of one of his business cards, eyes locked on it as it sits in his hand. "In case you ever needed it." You give him one last look before giving him a tiny, toothless smile and excusing yourself out of his room.

Don't get it twisted, though. You do feel relieved he at least told you what was going through his head at the time, and what had happened between the two of you. But, the majority of you felt guilty, and you weren't sure how you'd fix this without forcing the connection, without forcing what wasn't meant to be.

Damn.

"Sorry, I just came out of my massage and got home." You place the phone against your ear as you step into your apartment.

"How was it?" Rissa asks with a small giggle.

"I don't even know, Rissa. I think I may have just fucked this up for good. I shouldn't have gone back."

"Don't say that. Tell me what happened." She says, hearing another sigh leave your lips as you place your bag and keys down.

"I'm so stupid, Rissa. I should have known he was hurt by the whole Kane thing. I should have told him the truth."

"Girl, not to be the 'I told you so' bitch, but I am gonna be that bitch and say I told you so." She says directly. "I knew you were caught up at the time cause Kane was giving you the attention, who wouldn't? But you going around saying the things you said about Yoongi and denying that entire thing was definitely going to backfire."

"God, I was so fucking selfish and dumb." You lay back against your couch and let your head rest back, now remembering the times you brushed Yoongi off without even realizing.

"We live and we learn, at least now you know." Rissa says.

"I apologized, though. I really did try to talk to him about it."

"I'm sure he appreciates it, love. What else did he say?"

"Nothing. He just thinks that maybe we really were meant to fall off and be this way. He was saying that after all these years, it just seems better. He just wants to keep it that way and keep it in the past."

"Maybe he just needs time to think. I'm sure it was hard on his part, especially having to unexpectedly face it again. You know Yoongi doesn't trust a lot of people, and you probably were the one person he could fully trust. I'm sure it hurt him a lot." She says softly.

"I don't know what to do now. I left him my number but fuck, I don't even think he'll use it. He probably trashed it the moment I left the room."

"Just give it time. Again, if it really is meant to be, then it'll happen in time. If not, then I hate to say it, but maybe he's right, hun."

"I hate to think of it that way. God. Why didn't I just realize it at the time?"

"We were young and dumb. It was college. We weren't worried about all this because we wanted to have fun."

"Doesn't make it an excuse." You sighed heavily. "I don't know. I really can't do anything to force it, so I'll just let it be like you like said." There's a small pause before Rissa speaks again.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I will be." You shake your head, not wanting to think more about the situation for the rest of the night. "So, tell me all about what you did today, please? What fun did you get into?" She hears it in your voice, and as your bestfriend, she knows very well that you don't like to stress too much about things. So, she gives you what you want. Gives you the full details of her day so that the both of you can pick at the little things and go off on tangents.

Just so you no longer have to think about Yoongi for tonight.

But that's the opposite case for Yoongi, even if he didn't want it to be the case. Because the moment he gets home from work, all he can think about is you.

He hates that this is always the case with you, hates that he always has that soft spot for you no matter how direct or blunt he can get. Hates how you always have him in some kind of hold, hates how after all these years, you can still make him weak in one way or another.

But he'll never be that mad at you, no. He can never be that mad at you.

/ FLASHBACK

"Hey." Yoongi whispers, slipping into your dorm bed around 2AM. You were fast asleep, cuddled up in your blankets. But, you always left your door open especially for Yoongi to slip himself in.

"You're so cold." You mumble against the sheets, scooting to make room for Yoongi to situated himself in your bed next to you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, instantly wanting some of the heat you radiated under the covers. "Yoooongi." You whine, trying to pry his arms off of you.

"Baby, you're so warm though." He snuggles against your neck. "Missed you." You continue to whine a bit until you feel him warming up behind you.

"How was Akio's birthday outing?"

"Fun. Kinda drunk, not gonna lie."

"I see." You chuckle a bit, eyes still closed as you turn to face him and snuggle against his chest.

"Been too long without you."

"Shut up." You giggle, eyes slowly flickering as you look at him in the dark.

"Did you miss me?"

"No."

"Fucking liar." He laughs, pulling you closer. He places a peck on your forehead before moving down to the tip of your nose and your lips. You giggle when he continues to give you small, feathery kisses against your lips, playfully pushing him away to get some air.

"You're so fucking affectionate right now. Gross."

"Just missed you." He squeezes your thigh and pulls you near, your waist tucked as close as possible to his crotch. You liked it when he did this shit though, always telling you how much he missed you, how much he wanted you. Always made you feel good, feel special. "Can I kiss you, please?" He looks at you, brushing the hair away from your face and off your shoulder.

"You still have to ask?" You turn a bit, laying on your back with your head turned towards his direction.

"I always have to ask. I never like to assume." He says, large hand coming to cup your cheek. "C'mere." His thumb caresses the surface as he slowly brings your face closer to his, eyes drawn to yours, then down to your lips. When you feel his soft lips press a light kiss against your own, you can't help but release all the butterflies in your tummy. You feel tingles run down your spine, your arms, entire body, even as he continues to deepen his kisses.

It's a quiet night. The only sounds that fill the room are the sweet, soft, slow kisses being exchanged between the two of you. And it was perfectly fine. There were no expectations to fulfill any other need besides being in each other's company and enjoying each other's kisses.

His hand slips down to your sides, giving it a gentle squeeze as he pulls you closer, peppering your jaw and the surface of your neck with feathery kisses. He hungrily moves back to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip before pulling it back with a soft pop. You moan against the next kiss, tugging on his shirt as his hand roams inside of yours.

"Can we fuck already?"

"Not what I came here for." He chuckles when he pulls back from the kiss. "Just wanted to kiss you and cuddle you to sleep."

"Wow, are you being foreel?" You kinda laugh in his face, unsure if he was serious or not.

"Seriously." He edges his face to kiss you some more on the neck, letting him do whatever he wanted to do to you.

Which was that; it was just that. And sometimes, you really did enjoy this part of having Yoongi around— where there was nothing but safety, comfort. No strings attached.

/ END FLASHBACK

The flashback comes into Yoongi's mind after he steps out of the shower, your constant 'I'm sorry's' repeating in his head while he looked at his own business card sitting next to his phone on the bathroom sink counter.

More like your voice repeating in his head, the look on your face repeating in his head. Your eyes, lips.

He can never forget those.

The towel hangs loosely on his waist, water drips down his orange hair, down his chest. He lets out a deep sigh before grabbing his phone, clicking his teeth when he grabs the card.

"Fuck." He mumbles to himself when he types in your number and decides to send a text. A lousy, little text—

[unknown number] 8:53am: coming by again any time soon?

[unknown number] 8:54am: it's yoongi btw

He's definitely lost his touch. He does a slight head tilt when he tosses his phone aside, waiting for your response. Albeit, he hasn't really had a relationship since he was messing with you. Had a few fuckbuddies on the side to try and get rid of the shit you put him through. Nonetheless though, it was never going to compare.

You look at your phone, startled at the sudden notification [especially since it wasn't your family or Rissa]. You look at Yoongi's text for a little bit, unsure if you're relieved he actually put your number to use or if you're nervous about interacting with him some more.

[y/n] 8:58am: why do you ask?

[yoongi] 9:01am: promos happening, just thought you should know

You smirk. That was a terrible lie, and he should've known better than to pull that one.

[y/n] 9:05am: riiiight.. lol. thought about coming later today. could use another massage after this proposal takes everything out of me. wasn't sure if i'd try another kind of massage tho.

[yoongi] 9:07am: you don't want the other dudes here, trust me

[y/n] 9:08am: and why not??

[yoongi] 9:11am: just cause. let me know if you're stopping by, ok? i'm free at 4.

[y/n] 9:12am: yoongi, i know you aren't really just texting me about some promos..

[yoongi] 9:14am: i mean i am

[yoongi] 9:15am: listen, i just want you to know that i didn't mean to come off rude or anything last session. i'm sorry, alright? you know i never mean to hurt you, but i also had to be real with you

[y/n] 9:17am: heard you loud & clear.

[yoongi] 9:18am: so coming by later today?

[y/n] 9:20am: sure, i guess so. why not.

[yoongi] 9:21am: kk

[y/n] 9:22am: why do you want me to come by so badly?

[yoongi] 9:23am: just think we need to re-do last session, felt kinda bad

[yoongi] 9:25am: i gotta run, i'm about to be fucking late and i haven't even left the house yet. i'll see u later

You look at your phone in slight disbelief. This was starting to sound a bit like the Yoongi you knew, however, you were still confused as to why he wanted you to come by so badly.

Plus, he didn't even want you to try the other services they had to offer because he felt like he needed to re-do the last session?

He was up to something. Even if he wouldn't say it directly.

But really, you knew it was easy for Yoongi to feel bad. He never liked making you upset in any way possible, never liked making you feel like you weren't worth his time or effort. Because you always were worth it, you were always going to be worth it to him.

When you left the other day, he couldn't help but feel a tad bit guilty about his tone and how he came off. He never intended for it to be that way. Sure, he was hurt. But he wasn't going to fight fire with fire. Seeing you made him miss you, too. He was afraid to admit it, but he'll say it now. He does miss you. He misses how things used to be. And maybe it won't ever go back to that 100%, but he'd enjoy having you back in his life one way or another.

That's why he doesn't want you to try the other services and see his colleagues. They had their own shit going on too, anyway. He tends to be pretty selfish with you, whether he realizes it or not.

Your day goes by stressfully, with this month-long proposal finally being submitted as a final draft to your boss. You had put in so much time and effort into this, fixing every single detail down to the T to make sure it was to his liking. He has you walk through the proposal from beginning to end, suggesting teeny tiny last n minute edits before he tells you that the proposal is beautiful and that it should be good to go after the last corrections have been made.

A relief.

You definitely deserved this massage, especially since you worked so hard, so long, on this shit [that wasn't necessarily even your responsibility] and took the project under your wing with grace.

Waltzing into Blissful Hands a bit before 4PM, the waiting room is a bit more packed than you the past two times you've been here. Yannie gives you a wave, signaling for you to do the same routine before seeing Yoongi. You sit there awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers until you see Yoongi poke his head out from the hallway to give you an 'i'm ready for you' nod. You purse your lips together and follow him to his room— this time, candles lit, incense burning.

"Uh, wow." You set your things aside. "Those smell really nice."

"Figured I'd help you relax a bit more this time." He looks at you. "How are you feeling today?"

"Good I guess, finally fucking finished that proposal I've been working on for months."

"Yeah?" He licks his bottom lip before turning. "That's good. Assuming you're in marketing like you've always dreamed of getting into?" You shrug before walking towards the back divider.

"Mhm." It's quiet for a moment as you switch out of your clothes and get into the robe, gently sitting on the edge of the table while your feet dangle as Yoongi prepares the rest of his supplies. He finally turns and comes towards you, hand brushing the hair away from your shoulder.

"Is it okay if I start with the front today?" He asks you.

"Do you always do that?"

"Sometimes, If I wanna switch it up."

"You know best." He chuckles a bit.

"Lie down, please." He hands you a smaller linen to cover your breasts when you slip out of the robe and lie down in the position he needs you to be in.

"Did you really feel bad for last time?"

"Kinda, yeah. Not gonna lie. Didn't want you to think I was coming off like a dick."

"Maybe just a tad. Understandable though. It's my fault."

"Sorry." He says. "I am happy to see you again, you know?" He says softly. "You always win."

"Win?" You watch as he drips some oil down your arm, eyes locking onto yours as he places the tiny bottle down. He starts to work his hands down your arm and up to your shoulder, to the base of your neck, his touch sending tingles down your spine this time.

"I can never stay mad at you." He says huskily. "After all this time, I didn't think it'd be the same way, but it is."

"Elaborate."

"I—" He sighs a bit, positioning himself right above your head as he drops more oil down your left arm and abdomen. "I was just remembering the times we spent together, that's all."

"I miss it." You simply tell him. You know your eyes should be shut right now, but for some reason, you can't. He doesn't even tell you to, and you know it's his intention when he locks eyes with you during the duration of his warm up. Even as Yoongi turns to grab some of his stones, he still looks at you.

He keeps looking at you.

You swallow the lump in your throat when he takes a stone down your arm, slowly. His body drops a little closer to yours, his chin almost matching your level when he brings it back up and down with the right pressure.

"Does it feel okay?" He asks, close to a whisper, lips only inches away from yours.

"Mhm." You look at him.

"Harder? Softer? Let me know."

"It's perfect, Yoongi."

"Okay." He works your arms before moving the smaller stones to your abdomen. His finger gently brushes over the linen cloth covering your clothed pussy, his eyes flickering back up to you when he catches you slightly flinch. "You okay?"

"Sorry, was just not ready for that."

"I'll take it slow." He says, his hands using the stones as an extension as he kneads and kneads gently into your stomach and abdomen. You weren't sure why, but you were nervous around him. But in a way where you had hoped you were still enough for him. In a way where he'd look at you and still remember how he felt about you back in the day, even if you couldn't get that back. At least he'd remember.

His touch makes your palms sweaty and he feels that when he takes his tiny stones against your palm and places them in between your fingers.

"Nervous?"

"Not really." He smirks.

"You don't have to lie, I can tell Y/N." He gives you a hand massage. "Don't be nervous, okay? I told you I wanted you to relax this time around."

"Okay."

"Gonna move to your legs now." He uncovers your right leg, locking eyes with you once again when he lets the oil drip from your thigh to your inner thigh, even as he continues to move down your leg. His large hands start from your feet, up to your calf and knee before he's kneading your thigh and inner thigh. Your breathing hitches when you feel him getting closer and closer to your heat, only for him to pull away and grab his stones.

"Yoongi?" You panic and call for him even though you don't necessarily know what you're trying to say right now.

"Mhm?"

"T-that felt nice." You recover quickly.

"Yeah?" He focuses the stone in his palm against your inner thigh, watching as you close your eyes momentarily, body feeling heavy but relaxed in his grip. "Good."

And it's like that, it just continues to be a teasing game for the majority of the session. You weren't sure what Yoongi was hinting at during this moment, but god, did he make you feel good. He always knew how to make you feel good, one way or another. The session goes on for the full hour, Yoongi standing near the side of the table as you try to sit up and stable yourself post-mini nap while he worked on your back. He places his hand on your thigh as your cover your body with the linen cloth, brushing your hair back as you sit and get yourself together.

"Yo, are you okay? Was it that bad?" You chuckle.

"Shut up. It felt so nice. I wish I could just lay here forever, seriously." He smiles. "You're really good at what you do."

"Thanks." You look at him and he doesn't say much, but he also doesn't move away. "Guess I'll be seeing you again then?"

"Maybe." You stand, bodies almost pressed together with the way he doesn't move in his position. "I just hope I'm not a bother."

"You've never been a bother. Just wanted you to actually enjoy yourself." He says. The pause lingers for longer than you imagined, and you're not entirely sure what takes over you in that brief moment [although you kinda do], but you move yourself closer to him, lips crashing into his.

He doesn't move away.

He takes the kiss and runs with it, hands coming up to the small of your back to press you flush against him. You can feel the bulge in his pants against your covered core, and suddenly, you want more out of Yoongi. You're just not sure if you could have it the same way you did before—

"Do you know what you're doing right now?" He pulls back slightly, whispering against your lips.

"Think so."

"I don't know if we should be doing this again."

"Then why didn't you stop me earlier?"

"Shit is just going to get complicated."

"It doesn't have to be. What was all that during the session?"

"I was just doing my job, Y/N" He steps back a bit, teeth nibbling onto his bottom lip. "I—yeah." He sets his things aside. "We probably shouldn't." He scratches at his temple, flustered from the kiss because yeah, does he want you. He really does miss you, does miss having that relationship he had with you— keeping you close, having you to himself at one point.

He's not sure why or how these feelings came rushing back, but they did, especially after you laid that kiss on him moments ago. It's like the complete closure you two were looking for never came because it brought you two to this very moment where maybe, you didn't need to close that part off. Maybe, you both didn't need to shut each other out completely for the rest of your lives.

Maybe, it would be better this time around.

But no, Yoongi still gets a little afraid, still is doubtful. He doesn't know anything about your life right now besides you working your dream job. Hell, you could have a man for all he knows and that could all be fucked up and complicated now.

What was he doing?

What were you two doing?

That was always the question, and that's probably the biggest reason why he just had to step away in the first place.

"Um, I'll give you some space to get dressed." He says, clearing his throat. "You can make your next appointment at the front after, okay?"

"Wait, Yoongi—" You watch as he scurries on out, shutting the door behind him and leaving you to your own peace. "Fuck." You run your hand through your hair, dragging the stupid linen cloth along with you to the back divider to get changed. You still hoped you could catch him, so you hurriedly throw on your clothes and grab your bag, not realizing that your wallet had been poking out and fell onto the floor in the midst of your swift motions.

No Yoongi in sight.

You let out a deep sigh, tugging on your bag strap as you walk out and greet Yannie with that same old 'it felt amazing' smile you always give her before walking out of the establishment.

Fresh air. Fresh, fresh air. No tension, no suffocation.

"Rissa, fuck." You call her as soon as you step into your door, tossing off your shoes and throwing your keys aside. "I'm sorry, I know it's probably still stupid early there but I need you."

"What happened?" She sleepily asks, still trying to get some shut eye in before she has to fully wake up for her day.

"I kissed him."

"Oh fuck." She lets out with a laugh. "Ohhh fuck. Wow, yeah, I like waking up to this kinda news."

"No, bad!" You tell her in a whiny tone. "I shouldn't have, and now it's probably gonna be so awkward. I couldn't help it though, I felt like he was teasing me all session and being gentle with me for certain reasons."

"He's a fucking masseuse, Y/N." She laughs.

"He was teasing me!"

"Listen, he probably liked the kiss so much he had to run off and hide his boner." She shuffles in the back. "That boy has always had it for you. I ship."

"Rissa."

"What, you can't tell me that this is out of the ordinary. You two are always so fucking weird about your relationship, especially you. Just get together already!" She yells into her pillow. "You two obviously have always really liked each other and those feelings never went away. Why don't you finally do something about it? I mean, don't you think there's a reason why you two crossed paths again?"

"Ugh."

"Yeah, ugh. You're telling me." She chuckles. "Go for it this time. Please don't hold back and just go for it." You pause, digging through your bag to try and find your wallet. "Hello? All of a sudden you don't wanna say shit." She jokes.

"Wait, oh my god." You start to panic a bit when you realize your wallet is nowhere to be found. "What the fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

"My wallet? It's gone? I don't know if I dropped it or—"

"Did you have it on you when you got to the massage parlor?"

"Yeah, I did." You sigh and run your hand through your hair. "Shit."

"Welp, guess you're going back to see Yoongi." She giggles. "I better hear about him clapping your cheeks when you get back."

"You're too much." You roll your eyes and shake your head. "I gotta go before I lose my shit even more."

"Update me, text me, whatever. I hope you find it, boo. I'm sure it's just there."

"Thanks. I'll keep you posted." You grab your keys, sighing deeply as you slip back into your shoes and head out back to the parlor. It's not as busy as it was earlier, with only two people waiting in the waiting room for their sessions. Yannie is surprised to see you back, questioning whether or not something had gone wrong during your last session. You simply tell her no, and that you were just over to check if your wallet had fallen out in Yoongi's room. Luckily, he doesn't have anyone back there just yet, so she lets you head on back and straight to his room.

No Yoongi again, though.

You peek your head in at first, scanning the room to see if Yoongi may have just been hiding in the corners, but he wasn't there. You welcome yourself into the room anyway, figuring you were harmlessly looking for your wallet. You scan the side of the room thoroughly, checking the sides, crevices, making sure you weren't missing the item as you passed along. When you finally hit the back area, you catch a glimpse of your wallet right underneath the divider, giving you some relief.

"Oh, thank god." You mutter to yourself.

"What're you doing?" You jump, startled at Yoongi's voice as he stands at the doorway with a tangerine in his hand.

"I—uh, dropped my wallet. Didn't realize it until I got home." You raise your wallet and shyly show him.

"Oh." Is all he says.

"Sorry, I'll get out of your way now." You try to rush out but he blocks your path, holding his hand out.

"Wait, you don't have to rush out."

"Kinda want to after earlier." You directly tell him.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do in the moment." He looks at you, genuinely trying to apologize. "I mean— it happened so fast. I didn't know what to say or do." He stumbles over his own words.

"You shouldn't be the one apologizing."

"Look Y/N, I didn't mean all of that. I didn't mean to lead you on, or anything. It was kinda just.. a defense mechanism for me. It's been so long since we both had been close in that way and I'm afraid you'd pull the same shit."

"Things change, you know? Even though I didn't try before, doesn't mean I wouldn't try this time around." You try to brush past him, but you still aren't successful. "Yoongi, please just let me get home."

"I know things change." He says. "Can we— can we just do that whole thing over?"

"You'd want to?" You cock your head to the side, trying your best to read him.

"I know we both had our own faults in the past and I want to leave that there as much as possible. At the same time, I really missed you and it's been hitting me ever since the first time you walked into this establishment. I don't know what it is about you, Y/N. I don't know if I'll ever figure it out. But I want us to move past that and start fresh, whatever that means. I'd hate to let you slip away again." He looks at you, stares into your soul almost. You don't really know what to say except, you know this feeling all too well. You've felt this for Yoongi for so long, you've thought about him and your relationship with him for so long. He was the one you couldn't stop thinking about, the one who you always managed to ponder 'what if's' and 'maybe's' about.

You're also terrible with words, but you nod anyways. And you finally find the courage to tell him—

"I feel the same way." He gives you a tiny smile before placing his tiny tangerine down on the counter. He gently cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that manages to deepen quickly— so quickly that you find yourself being carried onto the table. Yoongi sits you on the end, hands roaming up your sides before giving it a good squeeze.

"I wasn't sure how to take it earlier, please don't take it personally." He whispers near your jaw as he begins to pepper it with light kisses. You tilt your head back slightly to give him more area to work with, eyes shut and rolling to the back of your head when you feel his tongue glide over your neck and below your ear.

"I'm sorry. I—" You whisper back, trying to explain why you had the sudden urge to kiss him at that moment, but he cuts you off.

"It's fine, you don't need to explain. We're here now, right? Can't necessarily turn back." His lips graze yours as his hand travels down your shirt, tugging on the bottom half to signal that he wants you out of it. "Don't necessarily want to, either."

"Fuck— don't you have someone coming in soon?"

"In about 30 minutes, yeah."

"Yoongi."

"Can make you cum before then, right?" He smirks, finally getting you out of your top.

"Is that on your secret menu?"

"No." He chuckles. "Promise." His hands start to roam over your breasts, giving them a good squeeze while he continues to kiss you passionately— working his tongue in your mouth, sucking on your tongue in between. He tugs on your bottoms, getting you to slip out of them with ease. He feels the wet spot pooling on those thin, black panties you have on and it instantly sends blood rushing to his dick—

The fact that you two still had this affect on each other, he couldn't help himself.

You continue to kiss him roughly, passionately, as you get him out of his own clothes, tossing all the pieces of fabric to various points in the room. He slips you out of your panties, instantly rubbing his thumb against your clit. You let out a quick, muffled moan against his lips, only for Yoongi to pull back and smirk at you.

"Like that?" You nod.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Thought I could make it a little more fun." You watch as he grabs his oil and his smaller stones. "If.. that's okay with you. These were the ones I used on you earlier."

"Okay." You say, close to a whisper, gently bringing your lips back onto his. Your hands snake up his neck to get a good grip on his orange strands, tugging on them lightly as he works his way down to your neck again. He pulls away slightly, locking eyes with you before he spreads your legs wider and lets some drops of oil fall down your abdomen and onto your pussy.

He sees your breathing hitch again, but this time, he takes the stone and presses it against your clit to start massaging the oil around.

"Yoongi, fuck." You breathe out as you sit back a bit further, head tilting in pleasure.

"Can already tell how wet you are for me." He bites onto his bottom lip as he continues to work the stone and oil against your clit, free hand slipping in two fingers to pump in and out of you. If it weren't for the soft music Yoongi had playing in the background, you were sure people passing by could hear how wet you were. Because to Yoongi, all he hears is you. The way your pussy sounds when he works his digits inside, the way you let out soft moans as you sit back and let him do his work.

"Need you inside." You let out breathily as you open your eyes again and watch Yoongi damn near pierce his bottom lip with how quick he's trying to work his magic and make you cum on his fingers.

"Wanna cum for me first?" He says near the surface of your neck, lips grazing below your ear before he takes your earlobe into his mouth and gently tugs back. He works the stone faster against your clit, the pressure enough to have you reaching the edge quicker than expected even if the stone was losing its heat.

"Fuck, yeah— like that—" You whine, working your hips against his motions. "Shit, I'm gonna cum—" In a matter of seconds, you feel your high, body twitching as you finally tip over the edge and call Yoongi's name. He slowly pumps his digits in and out, helping you work through your high until he slowly removes it from inside of you. He smirks, setting the stone and oil aside before grabbing at your jaw.

"Open." You do as told, allowing Yoongi to slip in his fingers just so you could have a taste of yourself. "That's my girl." He says.

"Wanna feel you, please." You beg, watching as Yoongi strokes his rock hard cock before bringing you back closer to the edge of the table and spreading your legs wide open for him.

"I got you, baby. You know I always do. Lay back for me and relax." He says, dropping some oil down the valley of your breasts, your stomach. He takes two stones into his palms, gliding it over your chest and stomach, multitasking to add the right pressure through his hands while he takes a hardened bud into his mouth and tongues it in circular motions.

"Oh my god—" You whine, feeling him move onto the next nipple to repeat the process, his tongue gliding effortlessly over your bud. When he finally feels like he's had enough teasing you and making you beg for more, he leans back, setting his shit aside before giving your clit a good rub. He spits on to your pussy, watching it drip down to meet his cock as he slowly penetrates your entrance. Your mouth falls open, a silent moan releasing. It's been years, but you could never forget how Yoongi always made you feel so good, so fucking full and complete.

"Fuck, missed this." He huffs as he bottoms out. He stays in his position for awhile, afraid to move and release too fast, even though he knows he's on a bit of a time crunch right now. He slowly begins to thrust in and out of you, finding his rhythm after a few strokes. He's careful to make sure he doesn't make too much noise with the table, careful to place his hand over your mouth when he starts to hear you moan loudly again as he picks up his pace.

But all in all, his end goal was to make you beg for more and fuck you into oblivion.

Which, he always manages to do. He manages to do it tonight. He's fucking you so good and so deep that you're screaming his name into his palm, tears spilling over and staining your cheeks. His hand has a tight grip onto your thigh, keeping you stationary as he rocks into you— in and out, in and out.

"Baby shit, you feel so good." He moans deeply, head tilting back in pleasure for a quick moment before he's focused on you and only you. "Gonna make me cum all over you. You want that?" You nod, whimpering a quick 'mhm' into his palm once again while he continues with the momentum he has going. You tap his wrist a few times, signaling that you're about to reach your high again tonight, and he picks up on a quick.

"Cumming—" You manage to mumble.

He sees the way you grip onto his wrist.

Feels the way you're clenching around his cock.

Watches the quick way your chest rises with every breath.

It's not long before he feels you tightening around him, eyes shut as you dig your nails onto his wrist and moan loudly into his hand.

"Fuck, gonna cum with you." He groans. The sight, the feeling, is enough for Yoongi reach his high, quickly pulling out to release his seed all over the surface of your pussy.

"Holy shit." You pant, laying there as you and Yoongi try to regulate your breathing. His hands run up your sides to help soothe you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips before coming back up to grab a towel near the table.

"You okay?"

"More than okay." He chuckles.

"Let me clean you up." He says, wetting the towel and cleaning you up before helping you up from the table.

"You have like 7 minutes before your next client." He shrugs.

"It's fine, I'll clean up quick." You slip back into your own clothes.

"The stones?" You look at him and point at the table.

"Ah, yeah. I'll sanitize those but I'll probably stash them away for you." You laugh.

"Wow, I get my own set of dedicated stones, huh?"

"Probably better that way, anyway. I have extra, and Yannie can always order more for me." You shake your head.

"Thanks, by the way." You raise your wallet. "Needed this."

"Figured." He fixes his shirt and tucks it into his pants before letting out a breath and walking back towards you. "So, am I gonna see you again?" He pulls you tightly by the waist, keeping you flush against him as you look him in the eyes and smile.

"Just might." He chuckles and nods before caressing your chin and placing a warm, soft peck against your lips.

"Let me know when you get home, alright?"

"Okay. Have a good rest of your shift." You giggle before walking out and leaving him to his peace. Getting home, all you could think about was the sudden turn of events and how you were going to tell Rissa about the shit that just happened.

She'd be fucking ecstatic.

She was.

Not even gonna lie.

You had to pull the phone from your ear a couple of times even though that girl claimed she was going to keep it a minimum since she was supposedly on a team call. And to be quite honest, you liked every bit of it even though it made you flustered at times. You liked it because you finally felt like you could do this right, could do him right. You liked it because it finally felt like things had fallen into place and that the closure you thought you needed didn't have to actually come—

Because now, you and Yoongi could finally move on and move past that grey area, together.

>> 1.5 MONTHS LATER

For days, you and Yoongi had continued to see each other at the parlor, both for hot stone reasons and other reasons, before he was finally seeing you at your place and vice versa. Following those weeks and the next month or so, you had started to see each other outside of work, spending a lot of time together and spending the night at each other's homes. Everything had grown quickly, but at the same time, it only felt natural being that you and Yoongi had known each other and had been in this space before. It almost feels like you two picked up right where you left off, even though the both of you considered this to be a fresh start.

It felt amazing, real, genuine.

Like everything had fallen right into your lap just how it should have. And hell yeah, you learned your lesson from the beginning. You weren't gonna mess this up again.

"Scoot." He smiles when he sees you laying down in his bed with nothing on. You set your phone on his nightstand, gripping the sheets closer to your body when you turn and face him. He slips himself in, immediately pulling you flush against his body before brushing the hair out of your face. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." He lets out a small laugh, giving your side a light squeeze.

"Say it, baby."

"It's just kinda crazy, isn't it?"

"What?"

"This. Us?"

"It's crazy only if you make it crazy." You playfully punch him on the chest.

"Seriously." You pout and he gives in, he always gives in.

"A bit, but I wouldn't think too much of it. Guess this is how it was meant to happen."

"Never got that closure because we never needed the closure." You added.

"Are you happy, though?"

"Of course I am." He looks at you and presses a kiss against your forehead.

"I want you to let me know when you aren't, okay? The last thing I want is for you to be unhappy. Doesn't matter if that means with me or not. I just want you to be honest."

"I know. But, I am." He nods.

"Okay." You lean in and kiss him on the lips just as he turns from shutting off his nightstand light.

"Sleeping already?" You mumble against his lips and he smirks.

"I mean, fuck. Yeah? Was hoping to at least get some sleep tonight." You giggle, gently grabbing at his jaw and pulling him in for another kiss.

"No fuuuun." You whine.

"What'd you have in mind then?"

"Oh, I don't know? Thought we could just stay up and talk." His breathing hitches when he feels your soft hand stroking his cock, hardening by the minute.

"S-stay up and talk, huh?" He lets out a breathy moan when he feels you pump him slowly, grabbing his tip and smearing his pre-cum all over your clit. "Aren't you tired, baby?"

"Nope. We don't have to go all the way, though." You say, slipping his cock in between your legs, enough for it to glide smoothly back and forth between your pussy lips. A low groan emits from his lips, hand gripping onto your ass to keep you close. He sucks onto your bottom lip before biting down and pulling back.

"Always make me feel so good." He whispers, feeling your wetness spread across his length. It's almost embarrassing how quick you can make him cum just by doing this but god, it felt heaven sent. Just being with you, by you, all around you, felt heaven sent.

"I could at least do my part somehow, right?" You giggle, nipping at his chiseled jawline while rocking along his length, picking up your pace at the same time. He feels your tongue swipe against the surface across his throat, making Yoongi let out a moan that has him stressing—

"B-baby, gonna make me cum—fuck—" His pants getting heavier, cock twitching underneath you. You glide slowly, feeling his tip brush up against your clit before sliding back down before picking up your pace again.

"Gonna cum with you." You whisper, feeling yourself tipping over the edge with every move you make at this point. When Yoongi finally lets himself go, it's mid-kiss and he's having to grip your waist tightly as he releases white ribbons messily all over your legs and in between. You tremble in his grip, allowing yourself to fully let go as well while he holds you close.

"That felt so good, princess." He presses a kiss against your temple, holding you close to him as you come down from your own high. He grabs a few napkins from the nightstand to clean you both up nicely before he's tossing it into the trash can and shutting his eyes when his body crashes back onto the mattress.

"Yeah it did." You throw your leg over him as you lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slowing down. "Are you really gonna sleep?"

"Baby." He laughs. "Yes?! As much as I love you, you fucking wear me out. Sheesh." You chuckle.

"Fine."

"Goodnight. Expect me to wake you up bright and early though."

"Mhm." You tease as he kisses the top of your head. As promised, Yoongi does wake you up very bright and early for another round. And you loved these moments with him, you loved it even more now because he was yours and you were his. No more of that bullshit, that fuckbuddy-no-strings-attached-but-kinda-strings-attached grey area you both had going on for years.

It just felt right.

When the both of you split ways in the morning for work, you figured you'd visit him during his lunch just to spend more time with him [as if you didn't already]. Rissa calls you while you drive over to the parlor just as she makes her way to the airport as her work trip finally comes to an end.

Not only was Yoongi yours, but your bestfriend was finally coming home.

Yeah, shit felt right.

"You better tell him I'm coming over as soon as I reach the airport so I can tease the hell out of both of you."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm so happy. Fucking finally. I get to come home. I get to spend time with my bestfriend. I get to see her happy. Maybe I'll finally find somebody to mess with at Blissful Hands, too."

"Please." You laugh. "Don't even start."

"Can't promise." She squeals. "I'm excited. I'll text you as soon as I'm on my way over, alright?"

"Oh, you were serious?"

"Yeah I fucking was, you better make room for me. Yoongi can wait." You nod.

"Alright, alright. Speaking of him, I just got here. Have a safe flight, okay? I love you."

"I love you too!" You end the call and tuck your phone into your purse before heading into the establishment.

"Goodmorning Miss Y/N." Yannie smiles at you.

"Hey!"

"He's on his lunch in the back."

"Cool, thanks." You say, heading back towards Yoongi's room. On the way over, you see his colleagues getting ready for their own clients. One smiles at you [Taehyung or was it Namjoon?] while the other mumbles to him—

"Great, gonna have to hear him fuck her brains out again." Which you catch on the way to Yoongi's, making you giggle to yourself before you greet your man and shut the door behind you.

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pickmepicktails · 9 months

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just met: suga x f reader

dating app / suga goes down on reader / hints of teasing and edging / short n sweet!

“Kim Taehyung, 27. Nickname: V. Loves to—“

Yeah, no. Too intimidating, and the weird nickname throws you off, though he is insanely handsome. Swipe.

“Jeon Jungkook, 25, likes to get new piercings and tattoos. Big fan of the gym.”

Your eyes trail slowly over the photos he’s posted on his profile. He’s standing in front of a mirror with a black tank top, flexing. His arms are very defined, covered in various tattoos. And the lip piercing—that’s hot. You’re almost tempted to call it a day and make a match, but the next profile down catches your attention.

“Min Yoongi,” you whisper to yourself. Thirty.

His profile is short and concise, listing basic information like where he lives and what he’s looking for in a relationship. He only has a singular photo uploaded.

He’s laying on the grass, legs casually strewn out wide. One hand rests on the ground, while the other is threaded through his bleached hair. He’s wearing a leather jacket with ripped jeans, and you spot a couple of rings on his left hand.

The position and outfit enough to make your legs buckle. But what makes you swipe right is his expression: he’s smirking crookedly, eyes sharp, like he knows he’s hot as hell and is proud of it. It comes off as cocky and self-assured, and unconsciously, you shift your weight, pressing your thighs closer together.

You shoot him a quick message saying hi. Crossing your fingers, you wait for his response.

sugahigh: hello

sugahigh: how r u today?

you: im doing good! wbu

sugahigh: having a pretty crappy day tbh

sugahigh: but somehow you’ve already made it better

sugahigh: sorry, did i scare you off? i promise i don’t bite

you: i mean i’d be totally okay if you did bite

sugahigh: ha

sugahigh: i’d be a vampire for u

You and Suga continue to talk after that. You learn a lot about him—that he likes to sing and rap, that he owns his own music studio, that one day he hopes to make it into the big leagues and go on a world tour. He is devastatingly charming in all of his wit and easy flirtation, and soon enough, he gives you the address to his apartment.

You call a cab and drive to his place, making your way into the main complex. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, you find room 308, apprehension creeping slowly up your spine.

Yoongi—or Suga, as his friends apparently like to call him—is definitely into you, as are you with him. But it’s not everyday you meet someone from a dating app for the first time, and you can’t escape the fear that Suga will turn out to be completely different than what he was like online.

Inhaling, you raise your hand to knock on the door, but before you can, it opens, and a head pops out.

“Hey,” Yoongi says with a bright smile. “It’s nice to see you in person.” Running a hand through his hair, you notice it’s a little damp, clinging to his forehead.

“Definitely,” you agree. Yoongi opens up the door further, and you step forward into his room.

“I’m a huge snacker,” Yoongi explains as you peer over the kitchen counter to the rows of chips and chocolate bars. “Want one?”

“Sure.” Yoongi props himself up and snags something in the very back of the pile.

“My favorite chocolate,” he tells you cheerily. “It’s dark chocolate with almonds in it.”

You peel off the wrapper and take a bite, savoring the sweet, slightly bitter tang of the chocolate.

“S’good,” you mumble. He smiles and leads you to the couch.

“So!” He scratches the back of his neck. “To be honest, I didn’t really plan out what we were goin’ to do today.”

His gaze flickers to yours, eyebrow quirked—a silent question.

Even though you’ve only just met in person, the relaxed manner in which Yoongi presents himself sets you at ease. Shuffling closer, you smile.

“I’m okay with pretty much anything today,” you say. “But I don’t want this to be just another hook-up. I want—I feel like I’m looking for something serious.”

The corners of Yoongi’s lips slowly curve upwards.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.” He leans forward and gently rests a hand on your thigh, drawing slow circles with his fingers.

Swallowing hard, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils big.

“Can I?”

You dip your head in assent, and then he’s kissing you,

Yoongi’s hands settle themselves around your waist, pulling you closer. He tastes faintly like vanilla. Licking into your mouth, you groan when he tugs a little on your hair—not hard, but enough to send tingles scattering across your body.

“Did I ever tell you,” he begins when you break apart, voice low and scratchy, “how hot you are?” His hands slide down your hips, making you shiver in anticipation.

You lift your hips when he hooks his fingers in your pants, and he pulls them down. The cool air against your skin gives you goosebumps.

Ordinarily, you’re usually a little self-conscious, but around Yoongi, your bareness doesn’t make you uncomfortable. In fact, he’s staring at you with such adoration evident in his eyes that your heart soars.

Yoongi shrugs off his shirt in one swift motion, and you try not stare at his body. A light line of freckles dots his rib cage, and there’s a hint of muscle around his stomach.

“It’s only fair if we’re both half-naked,” he explains to you with a tiny smirk. Sliding off the couch and planting his elbows into the plush fabric, he cocks his head to the side.

“I want to make you feel good,” Yoongi murmurs heavily, licking his lips.

You blink, not quite understanding, until the realization comes to you.

“Oh,” you breathe.

“Would you be okay with it?” Yoongi prompts gently. “I, uh—I know a lot of guys are selfish when it comes to stuff like this, but I care about you having a good time as much as me.”

“Yeah…Yeah, I’d be totally fine with it,” you say genuinely, because although you’ve never experienced something like this before, you’re curious as to what it feels like.

(Plus, the visual of Yoongi on his knees in front of you, hair the perfect mix of tousled and combed, eyes focused on you and you only, is enough to make you go insane.)

Your panties come down.

Yoongi starts small. His fingers run up and down your legs, and he licks, feather-soft, at your inner thighs. He bites a couple of times, making you groan.

“Yoongi,” you whine.

“I like to take my time,” Yoongi says. “It’s no fun otherwise.”

He moves upwards, tracing your outer folds with his tongue. It doesn’t offer you any real stimulation (just makes you desperate for more, really), but just the warm, wet feeling of him against you is addicting.

He moves ever-so-slightly closer to your clit before he flattens his tongue and licks across it. Your hips buck, pleasure surging across your body.

Yoongi settles into a rhythm, switching from teasing to giving you what you want. It’s infuriating, but Yoongi always knows just how much to give to you to keep you hooked.

Then Yoongi’s tongue dips into your core, and you lose complete control.

You roll your hips against his face, moaning.

“Yoongi,” you gasp, “oh my God—Yoongi, I—“

“Shh,” Yoongi cuts you off, slightly teasing. He pulls back. “As much as I love those pretty noises of yours, the neighbors might hear us.”

“I’m—I want you to hurry up.”

“Hmm.” Yoongi considers that for a moment. “What’s the magic word?”

“Yoongi,” you hiss.

“Starts with a p,” he prompts.

You close your eyes. God, the effect he has on you is driving you crazy.

“Please, Yoongi,” you beg, “I’m so close.”

Your hand comes up to your mouth to stifle your moans as Yoongi repeats his earlier actions with gusto. He’s so, so good—makes you feel so good—and soon enough, the pleasure that’s been building up on your core this whole time builds to its peak and comes crashing over you all at once.

“God,” you breathe after you phase back into the real world, chest heaving.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Yoongi drawls, smiling lazily. “Now…” his eyes shift down to his pants, where there’s an obvious tent in between his legs. “What do you say you help me out, yeah?”

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persphonesorchid · 2 months

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Mark Of The Arcane || Chapter Four ||

↣ Summary; Centuries before, in the times of the ancient Kings, a prophecy was heard. When the three kingdoms of Valerem fall to ruins, their saviour would come in blinding starlight. Who is this saviour, you may ask? None other than Min Yoongi, who was too busy being late to work to realize he definitely wasn’t on earth anymore.

↣ Part: Chapter Four; Lessons in History

↣Word count: 6.8k

↣Warnings: Yoongi and his anxiety, Seokjin is a little prickly.

Chapter Archive | Masterlist

Notes: Hello all! Welcome back to MOTA! I'm so sorry about the wait, writing this fic is a lot lol. There's so much to describe and so much to get done. From here on out the chapters will be much longer than the previous ones, as I don't want the series to drag out too much and it's not meant to be a long series anyway. So I'll try my best to get as much into a chapter before moving on. Things are s little slow right now, but i promise the exciting stuff will start soon! I really hope you all enjoy! Feedback is very much appreciated and encouraged! Let me know what you think!

Yoongi follows behind Seokjin, gazing around at the difference of the hallway as he does. Earlier, the opposite side of the wall mirrored the side he came out of; a line of mahogany doors as far as he could see.

Now where the doors were, are windows in intervals. Tall arched panes of glass stained blue at the tops, and through them he could just make out the edge of a town far away and below. It’s mostly forest he could see, the tops of tall green trees and birds with strange long tails darting about to settle as the sun drags the moon into the sky.

The walls are greystone, and within the spaces between each window held a navy blue banner that comes halfway down the wall. The crest at the center is intricate; a mix of a lighter blue and gold, a golden sword spears downward into a crown near the hilt of the blade. Just below the crown is what Yoongi would describe as a fancy snowflake, surrounded by little wisps of small golden patterns, and wings sprouting at the sword's end. It’s all surrounded by blue and golden leaves that follow the upward arch of the wings.

It’s an enlarged version of the crested clasp of his cloak.

He hadn’t realized he stopped to stare at it until Seokjin whistled at him from further up the hallway. He jogs a little to meet him.

“They’re designed to confuse.” Seokjin says as Yoongi falls in step with him.

“Huh?”

“The hallway was different when you first came out, right?” Seokjin glances at him and then waves a hand at the wall. “They’re imbued with magic. A precaution His Majesty took years ago in case of a siege from outside forces. You’re not a threat, so it looks as normal as it does to everyone else.”

Yoongi isn’t sure if that’s an insult or not, being called non threatening. To Seokjin though, he’s certain he looks like a newborn foal trying to take his first steps into a world he doesn’t understand. So, he supposes it’s not an incorrect word choice.

Seokjin leads him through a door, and down another hallway. Unlike the hallway before, this one was teeming with people.

It’s mostly women, bustling around, some carrying what Yoongi assumes to be cleaning supplies, others pushing little carts with silver trays and platters. Most of them barely pay him mind, but stop briefly to incline their heads at Seokjin. They’re all wearing white and something blue: one girl that looked like she should be sitting in a classroom wizzes by, a navy blue ribbon tied into her frizzy hair; another with a blue armband calling after her.

The chatter of that hallway fades once it’s behind another closed door, and Yoongi follows Seokjin down a flight of spiral stairs.

“I’m taking you to Hoseok, do try to remember the way. I won’t be around to show you every time.” Seokjin’s words are a little clipped and Yoongi gets the feeling he doesn’t like him very much. He doesn’t want to be here anyway, much less be up in anyone’s hair causing issues.

He’s not too certain what Seokjin is, and finds himself staring at his ears rather than actually memorizing directions. He asked if he was an elf and he was offended, he’s not sure what else he’s supposed to think.

Seokjin stops at a door and knocks twice before pushing it open. The first thing Yoongi notices is how clean it smells. It burns his nose a little as he walks in, looking around at what clearly is a medical room.

There’s two shelves against the wall, one filled with thick tomes, and the other stacked with bottled things. Off to the left is a curtained area, and on the wall, charts of anatomy and other things that Yoongi couldn’t make sense of.

There’s another door on the far right of the room, closed with a little plaque that says ‘Private’ in small bold letters. Tucked near the wall is a desk, more books arranged neatly in a pile, papers under a bottle of something or the other to keep them there.

The door opens and Hoseok steps through it, still wearing his white coat and startled seeing Yoongi and Seokjin there.

“Oh – you guys scared me.” He presses a hand to his chest, “Jin, you haven’t seen Yoselin, have you? I’m afraid I may have upset her...”

“She’s still trying to get you to mentor her?”

Hoseok sighs, “She doesn’t have the affinity for it, but she’s stubborn. And with her sister being one of my students it’s made her feel left out.”

“She’ll come to... I’ve brought him for you.” He gestures to Yoongi, and turns on his heel to leave, “Oh, show him the way back please, I’ve got other things to get done before late.”

Hoseok waves him off with a hand and then he was gone.

“You don’t look so out of place anymore,” Hoseok smiles, “Take your cloak off and then you can get settled over there for me.”

Yoongi does as he’s told and takes his cloak off, shuffling over to the curtained area. He pulls the curtain back and there’s a bed that resembles a hospital bed where he came from. There’s hinges on the sides that make it so that the bed can be adjusted, and Yoongi sits on the end of it while Hoseok gathers some things from his desk.

He comes over not long after, holding a strange glass ball that glows a pale green. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright...” Yoongi mutters and Hoseok hums.

“Headache?”

“Gone.” Though, even as he says this, Yoongi could feel it at his temples, just not bad enough to be a bother.

“Stay very still.” Hoseok says, lifting his hand with the glass ball to Yoongi’s forehead, checks something, and then presses it against his chest. There’s a warm sort of feeling coming from it that he could feel even through his shirt. “Okay...”

Hoseok moves away briefly, walking back to his desk and sets the ball down. Yoongi watches in amazement as it floats a little above the surface of the table top. “Uh...what is that exactly?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s an essence meter. It measures your arcane magic intake levels.” He comes back over with a book, it’s thick and has little colorful page markers sticking out of the pages. “So far, you’re stable. But it can fluctuate as your body gets used to it, so if you feel sick you need to tell me.”

Yoongi nods, rubbing his hands along his thighs. He’s still so confused about everything, but he’s trying his best to take it as it comes and not dwell on it too much. Hoseok settles on a chair, sitting a little lower than Yoongi is, opening the book to a page and pulls a black feather quill out of an inside pocket of his coat.

“I’m going to ask you a few things, just procedure, don’t worry. Then you’re free to go.”

Hoseok asks him basic medical questions, and jots it all down in his book. It didn't take too long, and soon he was handing him a glass vial no longer than his index finger. The little things inside tink softly against the glass, they look like dried pieces of root, a reddish brown color.

“If you get any more headaches, you can put one of these in hot water. It’s what I gave you earlier.”

Yoongi grimaces at the memory, a phantom bitterness at the back of his throat. He nods, tucking the vial away into the pocket of his pants.

“Try to get as much rest as possible, too. Your body has to regulate your magic intake. You can come back every three days so I can see how it’s going.”

Hoseok ushers him to the door, patting his shoulder softly, “Oh, and don’t worry about Seokjin. He’ll warm up to you.” He opens the door and Yoongi almost walks right into another person.

The young man takes a stumbling step back as though Yoongi had bumped into him, and he almost reaches out to steady him. He does so himself, pressing a hand against the door frame and side steps so Yoongi could pass.

He looks a little sickly, dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days, and his cheeks blotchy. He offers Yoongi a kind smile regardless.

“Ah, Taehyung...I was just coming to get you. You don’t have to walk all the way here, you know.” Hoseok says, and as Yoongi steps out, Taehyung steps into the room and the door falls shut.

Yoongi thinks he could manage getting himself back to his room. He refastens the clasp of his cloak and retraces his steps. Back up the spiral staircase and into the hallway, luckily finding the right door, to the hallway filled with people still bustling around, Yoongi can only assume that they’re the servants of this place. As much as that thought throws him for a loop, these people look happy as they move about doing their tasks.

While no one had spared him a glance when he walked through here earlier with Seokjin, everyone he passes by pauses minutely to stare. He keeps his head down and tries his best to make it through without being in anyone’s way.

Night had fully fallen, and the scones embedded into the walls had been lit, casting a warm glow along every surface.

“Your Highness, please. The King will have me hanging by my toes in the courtyard.” A short, plump woman steps out of a door, and Yoongi stops just before he could run into her. Her hair is dark, held tightly at the top of her head in the neatest bun Yoongi’s ever seen. There’s a small towel slung over her shoulder, another hanging from the pocket of her navy blue apron.

You’re trailing behind her, both your hands on her shoulders and a bright, broad smile on your face. You step with her, clinging to her back like a baby monkey.

“He’ll do no such thing.” You laugh, and you press a kiss to her rosy cheek, “Please, Esther. If you do this for me, I’ll love you forever.”

Esther swats at you with her towel, pursing her lips. “You say that every time you little Lumispore.” She says shaking her head before sighing resolutely when you bat your eyelashes at her, “Alright, alright. Now, go on, some of us have work to do.”

“Thank you! I’m forever in your debt, my lady.” You tug at the skirts of your silk dress and curtsy, laughing as you pull back when Esther swings her towel at you again.

Esther turns and Yoongi steps aside, but her dark eyes are pinned on him and she tuts, “You’re the new lad? Goodness, you're skin and bones!”

She squeezes gently at Yoongi’s arms and he feels heat rise to his cheeks, “I’ll tell Wooyoung to make sure you get hearty meals... put some meat on you.” She shakes her head, and pats his cheek softly, “Don’t worry child, you’re in good hands.”

She smiles, a twinkle in her eyes before she’s going up the hall, “Rina, you know very well where those go!”

“Sorry about her, she’s a mother hen.” You say softly, smiling, “I hope she didn’t offend you?”

“Oh, no. No, she’s fine.” He’ll probably admit it out loud later, but it’s nice to have someone worry about him. She reminds him of Mrs Li, waddling off and chatting with the younger servants.

“Did you visit Hoseok?” You’re walking in the direction he’s heading and Yoongi’s not sure if it’s okay to walk in step with you, so he walks a couple behind, but still close enough to hear you. “How is your magic intake?”

“Hoseok says that it’s stable for now...” He watches as you wave off everyone that stops to bow or curtsy. You’re quite quick on your feet, and Yoongi’s somewhat glad to see that you’re wearing shoes this time. Even with the amount of people walking about, he could feel a cold draft coming through the slightly cracked windows.

“That’s good, an overflow of magic can be dangerous.” You nod to yourself, reaching the door at the beginning of the hallway and pushing it open with a hand.

“Do you know a lot about it?”

“Magic? Or, do you mean healing?” You chuckle, holding the door open until he steps through. “Healing was part of my studies. As for magic, everyone knows a lot about it.” You shrug a shoulder, and then look behind you.

“Oh, you don’t have to walk so far behind me.” You stop walking and wait until Yoongi steps where you’ve stopped before you fall into step with him. “I’m not that kind of royal.”

“Sorry.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, don’t apologize.”

Yoongi’s back to thinking that maybe he really did get drugged and stepped into some sort of weird lucid dream. He’s never paid much mind to fairytales, or Princesses for that matter, but you’re surely acting like one. Though, he’s read stories where royals are absolute assholes, and he supposes he may have expected a bit of that. A holier than thou attitude.

Back where he comes from, he’s sure you’re the type of princess that ends up in a Disney movie; beautiful and empowering and encouraging young girls to be kind.

“Hobi said where you came from doesn’t have magic.” You say softly, turning your head to look at him, “What’s it like?”

“Well...” Yoongi wouldn’t say there isn’t any magic where he came from. People find magic in all sorts of things, like first snows or four leaf clovers. People find magic in other people, children find magic in Christmas. But this place is different, magic in a literal sense, and if he thinks about it too much he’ll have another headache. “It’s nothing like this.”

“Must be strange...being here, I mean.”

“You have no idea.”

You’ve led him back to the hallway where his room is, quiet for a moment. “Oh! Right. You’ll need to learn how to properly control your arcane and be able to use it.”

“Um...” Yoongi feels a dull twinge of pain where his arcane sits. He has no idea how he’ll start to understand how to do that.

“Don’t look so frightened.” You chuckle softly, “I’ll be teaching you. And we won’t start right away, your magic intake would be a little weird for a while so it’s safer for everyone that we don’t attempt anything.”

Yoongi only nods, standing now, a little awkwardly.

“Are you hungry? I can have dinner brought to you.” You ask softly. He isn’t , but he doesn’t want to be rude by declining.

“I’d invite you to the dining hall but I think that would be too much for you right now.” You say, “And my father is a bit...” You shake your head, smiling again, although it seems a bit tense, “Go in, I’ll be right back.”

You step past him, going down a different hall than the one you’d both come from and Yoongi steps back into his room. He takes his cloak off, hanging the thick material on a hook near the door with a sigh. His eyes land on the book he left on the nightstand, walking over to sit on the bed.

He’d have to resign himself to not getting home any time soon. It’s better if he accepts it and moves forward as nothing could be done at the moment. He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, suddenly thrust into this world with a prophecy over his head. It’s almost too much.

Yoongi is accustomed to just billowing through life, trying to move with the world lest it move on without him. It was easy, growing up in an orphanage and struggling to get by with the little he had. He’s never blamed his parents – whoever they are – for giving him up, he was fine without a mother’s comfort and a father’s guidance. He didn’t have anyone to make proud or anyone’s shoes to fill. It makes sense now, somewhat.

He feels like a kid who’s dressed in his father’s clothes pretending to be a man. Like someone put a pair of shoes at his feet and told him to wear them even if they’re too big for him. The weight of this world feels heavy on his shoulders, as though he’s an ant trying to lift a building.

How is he supposed to go along and be this savior everyone expects him to be? He doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to be saving them from. Some form of darkness that hasn’t been seen in centuries?

Being sent here would be no problem without all this extra shit on top of it.

Yoongi presses his fingers against the spot on his ribs where his arcane mark sits. He’s never complained about his life being ordinary, completely okay with nothing exciting happening. So of course this happens.

He’s thinking too much.

Just as he lays back into the soft linen sheets, there’s a knock on his door. It opens just a bit and your head pops through the gap. Yoongi sits back up as you open the door wider and wheeled in a silver cart before you.

“Hoseok said it’s okay for you to eat something heavier now.” You say, pushing the door closed, “I didn’t know what you’d like so I brought a bit of everything.”

You push the cart over, there’s two covered silver trays and two tall glasses filled with what Yoongi hopes is just water.

You uncover the first tray and there’s a plate of steamed potatoes, braised beef and sautéed carrots and what he would call broccoli if the little tree type things weren’t purple. There’s a little bowl with a fluffy looking pastry with a dollop of pinkish cream in the dipped center, another bowl with short grain rice garnished with something red and flaky and a smaller plate with two filets of fried fish.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ate with you?” You ask, uncovering the other tray that had a spread that mirrors his own.

“I don’t...”

You smile, reaching down to the other compartment of the cart, handing him utensils wrapped in soft blue cloth. You move away for a bit, and stare at the table tucked against the wall in the corner of the room with a hand on your hip and then back at the cart. Catching your train of thought, Yoongi gets up and pushes the cart over.

“Oh! I would’ve done it.”

“It’s alright.” He could push a cart, darn it. He feels like he’s being coddled, by a Princess no less. He doesn’t need to feel like he can’t do anything on top of everything else. He sets the plates, bowls and glasses of water on the table and then moves the cart out of the way before going back across the room to grab the other chair that Hoseok had left near his bedside.

He waits until you’re sitting to do the same, but isn’t sure which side of his food to start from. He picks up the bowl of rice and starts there, the red flakes are spicy.

“Was the book any interesting?” You’re eating the pastry first, scooping out the cream at the center with a small spoon. You motion at the book on his nightstand with a tilt of your head.

The fish is well seasoned and quite distracting, and Yoongi nods, “It didn’t tell me much about anything really...just why my...arcane was created...”

You hum softly, “Well, records on your arcane have been lost for centuries, there isn’t much to know about it unfortunately.” You finish off the pastry, “And there isn’t anyone that could teach you how to properly use it, with it being a pure arcane.”

“Pure arcane?”

“There are no subfields.” You say, and when Yoongi gives you a confused tilt of his head you catch yourself. “Ah. Well...before everything was The Firsts. We’re not entirely sure where they originated from, but they were the first arcane users. Their arcanes were the elements, my ancestor Incra, was the first wind arcane user. While the other elements broke off into subfields, there are rare arcanes that only occur once.

My arcane is hereditary, it's never been bestowed to anyone outside the royal bloodline. Which in itself makes it pure, though, it’s easy for me since everything I need to know about it was recorded.”

“So...how am I supposed to learn how to use it?” Yoongi worries at his bottom lip with his teeth, food forgotten.

“Esther wields a fire arcane, it’s somewhat similar to yours even with how different they are. She’ll be helping me.”

“Right...”

He’s halfway through his steamed potatoes, and you eat quietly across from him. He pokes at the beef with his fork, setting aside the purple broccoli with a little frown. Who knows what that would do.

He supposes he’ll have to get used to this rich food. Not that he hasn’t had something of the like before, it’s just working as a barista isn’t all that freeing; splurging on fancy things like beef was a rare occurrence. That, and most of the money he had to spare went into his savings.

“Y/n...?” Yoongi calls with uncertainty, even though you told him to address you by name. You look up from your plate, humming in question, a brow raised slightly. “Can you tell me anything more about the prophecy?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m sorry. There’s only one record of it and not a lot of people have seen it. Some people don’t even know there is a prophecy.” You chuckle a bit and then grow somber, eyes looking a little sad, “I know this must be hard for you... You’ve been taken away from your life and suddenly everything’s being thrown at you.”

“It’s...” Yoongi sighs, leaning back into the chair, “I’ll manage.”

You stare at him for a moment more, clearly wanting to say something else before you shake your head. “You should eat that,” you point at his untouched pastry with the end of your fork, and Yoongi’s grateful for the change of subject. “It’s amazing. The cream is made from eclipse berries and Duiox milk.”

“What milk?” Yoongi eyes the pastry like it would grow a head and start doing the tango.

“Duiox...it’s like a cow...but they have tusks...you don’t have those?”

After dinner, you say goodbye at the door, pushing the cart back outside his room. You seem a little reluctant to leave as you step outside, fiddling with the silk sleeves of your dress.

“How about a tour tomorrow? If you’re feeling well enough?” You ask, settling the cart against the wall, but your hands never leave the handle.

“That’d be nice.” Yoongi offers a smile. That’d be great actually, it’d be better for him to learn his way around this place if he’s going to be staying.

“Great! I’ll come fetch you after breakfast.” And with that you’re gone, pushing the cart up the hallway and Yoongi watches you leave.

The morning greets Yoongi with a whistled song, a beam of sunlight lighting a stripe along the marble floor. He groans softly as he wakes, a headache thrumming at his temples and behind his eyes when he opens them to squint.

There’s a strange looking bird on the windowsill, hopping along it, chirping softly. The rising sun sets its plumes ablaze in emerald and a sheen of pink, and Yoongi watches as it ruffles its feathers and flies off.

There’s a knock at his door that disturbs the quiet and sends the headache bouncing in his head. He doesn’t think it’s you, as you would poke your head in after waiting a moment. The knock comes again and Yoongi’s forced to get up, shuffling towards the door.

There’s a young servant girl behind it, her eyes wide and blue when he opens the door. She’s brought him breakfast, hidden under silver trays and tells him to simply leave the cart outside when he’s done.

He pulls the cart into his room, finding a breakfast of porridge, toasted bread, scrambled eggs and sliced fruit.

Under the second tray is a porcelain tea set, a small holder with cubes of sugar and another with milk. There’s little mesh bags that smell like spices, which he leaves reluctantly, instead, dropping one of the roots that Hoseok had given him into the teacup. He pours the water over it and watches the steam rise from the cup, giving it time to draw as he eats.

He chews on the crust of a toast slice, watching the water turn auburn. He drinks it quickly, and tries to ignore the bitterness of it.

When he’d finished his breakfast, he left the cart outside as he was told. Before he’d gone to bed last night, a few maid servants brought him clothes that they’d tucked into the wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room, and showed him where the bathroom was. Embarrassingly, the door was hiding behind white drapes he thought were just there for some sort of decoration.

The clothes he received were mostly black and white, and they all incorporated navy blue somehow. He’s guessed by now that’s just the colour scheme of this place. He pulls out a neatly folded black long sleeve tunic, the strings that hold the v-cut of the collar closed the same navy blue as the glittering trimmings of the hem, and black cotton pants that he’ll have to fold at the ankles.

There’s a couple of soft towels folded and tucked into the bottom corner of the wardrobe, and he hugs everything to his chest and makes his way to the bathroom.

The bathroom is large, shelves jutting out of the wall beside a mirror filled with an assortment of bath oils and scented candles. The white marble of the floor shimmers with golden swirls, and the sunken bathtub in the middle of the room is big enough to fit four people standing five feet apart.

The silver faucet at the foot of the tub hums before it spits water when he turns the knob, steam rising and curling into the air. He sets his clothes and towel down, standing before the shelf to pick two of the oils he thinks smells the best.

There’s one that smells strangely of apricot and cinnamon, and one of mint leaves and a label that promises to soothe aches and pains. He pours a bit of each into the water and sinks into it with a sigh.

And Yoongi stays there until the light of the sun seems a bit brighter, no longer hiding behind trees and early morning mist. The sounds that float from outside through the cracked window aren’t half as mindful, as everyone is starting to wake up and go about their day. It’s different to the sounds he’s used to: honking cars and the buzz of traffic, people yelling, his neighbour’s stomping steps in the apartment above him. It’s quieter, the world wakes gently; he likes the change.

He feels different today, the jitter of his nerves had calmed some since last night, the headache he woke with was all but a memory that would be back later, he’s sure. He thinks that at some point between last night and waking, he’s accepted what his life is to be now. The weight of so many people’s lives apparently in his hands, the pressure that he’s certain would come with learning the workings of his arcane, the fact that he may never go back home. All of it.

He stays in the bath until his fingers are prunes and the water is cold, and his hair is a little short of damp; drying in a frizzy mess. He steps out of the tub, watching as the water magically drains away. He dries off and gets dressed, the clothes sticking to his damp skin where the swipe of the towel missed and steps out. He leaves the door open so that the air can flow through the room, filling his bed space with the scent of apricot and cinnamon.

When he's rolling his socks on and tucking the ends of his pants into the top of his boots, there’s a soft knock on his door. He expects the pause that comes after as much as he expected the door to open and you poking your head in.

You smile when you spot him, and Yoongi’s afraid that at some point, he’ll get too used to it. Your dress is silk and pale yellow today, a blue ribbon twisted into the braid of your hair.

“Good morning,” You greet at the door, not coming in and Yoongi wonders why, “Did you sleep well?”

There’s a murmur somewhere behind you that makes you look over your shoulder and roll your eyes, “Stop that.”

Yoongi stands, and at his approach you pull away from the gap in the door, and he finds Seokjin there too, leaning against the adjacent wall.

“If you’re going to be annoying you may as well find something else to do, Jin.” You say, turning to face Seokjin as Yoongi steps out of the room.

Seokjin points a finger to himself, looking offended, “Me? Annoying? I’m a joy to be around!”

“Yes. Whenever you’re not being like....whatever it is you’re being now.” You wave a hand at him, pursing your lips.

“It's my job to follow you around, Your Highness.” Seokjin retorts, crossing his arms over his chest, “I can’t just leave you alone with a stranger.”

“I’ll be fine.” You say a little testily, and Yoongi eyes dart between you and Seokjin as you have a stare off. He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t be standing here listening, feeling awkward and not sure what to do with his hands.

“I’ll walk five steps behind.” Seokjin says, moving a little ways away and counting his steps for you to hear, much to your evident annoyance.

You sigh through your nose, shaking your head before you turn to Yoongi. “There’s a lot to see, come on.”

You lead him through different hallways, showing him different rooms and different things of cultural significance, and Yoongi tries his best to keep up with it all. Seokjin is still walking five steps behind, and every now and then he could feel the weight of his gaze.

The library within the palace is expansive, the grandeur of its size evident as you step into the room. Rows of towering bookshelves line the walls, their mahogany frames gleaming softly in the ambient light filtering through stained glass windows. Yoongi’s eyes widen as he takes in the vast collection of leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls neatly arranged on polished wooden tables.

You gesture towards the rows of books, your voice carrying a note of reverence as you speak. “This is the heart of the palace’s knowledge, where centuries of history and wisdom are preserved.” As you lead Yoongi deeper into the library, you pause occasionally to point out notable works or elaborate on the significance of certain texts.

Yoongi’s expression shifts from curiosity to awe as he absorbs the wealth of information surrounding him. He finds himself immersed in the quiet serenity of the library, captivated by the timeless treasures it holds within its walls.

As you guide Yoongi further into the library, the scent of aged parchment and ink hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood. Sunlight streams through ornate windows, casting ethereal patterns of light and shadow across the rows of shelves.

You pause beside a particularly ornate display case, its glass surface protecting delicate manuscripts and artifacts. “These are some of the rarest and most valuable pieces in our collection,” you explain, your voice hushed with reverence.

Yoongi leans in closer, his gaze drawn to the intricately illuminated manuscripts and ancient relics within the case. He reaches out tentatively, as if hesitant to disturb the timeless beauty before him.

As you continue the tour, weaving through the maze of bookshelves and alcoves, Yoongi’s fascination deepens with each passing moment. The weight of Seokjin’s silent presence fades into the background, overshadowed by the richness of knowledge and history contained within the library’s walls.

Together, you and Yoongi explore the depths of the library, delving into its vast archives and uncovering the secrets of centuries past. In this sanctuary of learning and discovery, time seems to stand still, allowing Yoongi to lose himself in the wonders of the written word.

Nestled within the heart of the library, concealed behind a discreet doorway veiled in shadow, lies a chamber of treasures known only to the royal family of Jax. This clandestine sanctum, accessible only to those of royal blood, houses a collection of artifacts and tomes that are as priceless as they are precious.

As the heavy door swings open on silent hinges, a soft glow spills forth, illuminating the room in a warm, golden light. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, laden with ancient scrolls, intricately bound tomes, and ornate artifacts of bygone eras. Each item within this sacred space holds a piece of the kingdom’s history, a testament to the valor, wisdom, and legacy of generations past.

Among the treasures housed within this chamber are artifacts of great significance, relics from battles long fought and victories hard won. Weapons forged of enchanted steel, their edges still sharp with the echoes of ancient conflicts, stand alongside intricately crafted jewelry adorned with precious gemstones, each piece a symbol of royal heritage and lineage.

Alongside the artifacts, shelves groan under the weight of countless tomes, their leather bindings weathered with age yet still bearing wisdom. These volumes contain the accumulated knowledge of scholars and sages, chronicling the history, culture, and arcane arts of the kingdom of Jax.

As Yoongi steps into this hallowed chamber, he is enveloped in a sense of reverence and awe, keenly aware of the weight of history that surrounds him. Each artifact and tome holds a story waiting to be discovered, a glimpse into the rich tapestry of the kingdom.

The air hums with an almost palpable energy, suffused with the residual magic of centuries gone by. Illuminated by soft, ethereal light that dances and flickers across the ancient stone walls, the room exudes an aura of mystique and wonder.

Upon shelves of polished oak and gilded metal, an array of artifacts sits neatly behind clear glass, each one imbued with its own unique enchantment. Robes of shimmering silk hang suspended in midair, their fabric rippling as if stirred by an unseen breeze, while ancient tomes bound in spell-woven leather beckon with promises of forbidden knowledge.

Glowing crystals pulsate with otherworldly radiance, casting prismatic hues across the room, while ornate staffs and wands stand sentinel, their intricate carvings whispering secrets of arcane power.

“Some arcane users use magic embedded weapons to channel their power.” Seokjin says from the doorway, keeping his word to stay at a distance. He doesn’t disturb your rambling, stepping closer to Yoongi as you move further away, not noticing that they weren’t following. “Some of these were made by the pixies, most of them by the Fae.”

Of course they have pixies, the surprises may never end, and curiosity makes Yoongi ask: “The Fae?”

Seokjin spares Yoongi a glance, “Your world must be so boring.” He sighs, “The Fae are thought to be descendants of an Arcane user that was cursed. They could be mistaken for pixies at a glance if you don’t know what to look for. They use arcane magic and their artifacts as they don’t have magic like the pixies do. They also don’t have wings, and the point of their ears are a lot shorter.”

Yoongi realises this is the most Seokjin has spoken to him since he’s arrived, without the air of barely concealed contempt. He glances at his ears and Seokjin notices, chuckling softly.

“I’m not a Fae. Half pixie.” He clarifies for him, though his tone is a little strained. “I don’t carry an arcane.”

His voice trails off and Yoongi senses that the moment is over. Your steps trail back to them, “You two had me talking to myself.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi and Seokjin speak at the same time, and Seokjin remains close as you continue walking.

You seem to glow in the soft glitter of light, a sparkle in your eyes as you explain everything to him. He wonders how you keep everything at the top of your head to rattle it off like you’re telling him about the weather.

Leaving the sanctuary of the library and the room of artifacts behind, you guide Yoongi through a series of winding corridors adorned with portraits of the royal family and their ancestors. Each painting tells a story, capturing the essence of generations past in vibrant strokes and intricate detail.

You pause before a particularly imposing portrait, its gilt frame gleaming in the dim light. It depicts a figure enveloped in swirling winds, their form shrouded in mystery and power.

“This is Incra.” you announce, your voice tinged with reverence. Incra, depicted in the painting, is a woman of striking beauty and undeniable grace. Her dark hair cascades in glossy waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with features as delicate as porcelain. Her eyes, pools of deep, mysterious darkness, hold a glimmer of ancient wisdom and unfathomable power.

In the painting, Incra stands with poise and confidence, her figure shrouded in billowing robes that ripple like the winds she commands. Her presence is commanding yet ethereal, radiating an aura of otherworldly elegance and strength.

Despite the passage of time, the artist has captured Incra’s timeless beauty with remarkable precision, immortalizing her as a symbol of reverence and awe.

Yoongi’s gaze lingers on the painting, captivated by the enigmatic figure at its center. He can almost feel the crackle of energy radiating from the canvas, a testament to the awe-inspiring abilities of the kingdom’s ancient arcane users.

As you move along the hallway, you continue to point out notable figures from the kingdom’s history, offering brief descriptions of their accomplishments and legacies. Yoongi listens intently, his curiosity piqued by the rich tapestry of stories woven into each painting.

With the tour of the paintings complete, you lead Yoongi onward, eager to show him more of the palace’s treasures and secrets. As you traverse the hallowed halls of the castle, Yoongi’s sense of wonder only grows, fueled by the tales of valor and magic that echo through its storied corridors.

Next to him, Seokjin stifles a yawn, “If you don’t stop her she could go on all day.” He says, as you open another door with flair, waving them both forward with a hand. Yoongi doesn’t mind really, even with all the knowledge trying to find a place to settle in his head, having to fit amongst all the other regular things already in there.

At the other end of this hallway is an arched ceiling above another door. The walls are carved by little arched windows that are opened to let the cool air from outside blow in.

Before you all could reach the other door, the door behind Yoongi and Seokjin opens. A young man steps through, eyes glancing between Yoongi and Seokjin before they settle on you. He looks like a guard, though dressed very differently to Seokjin. Adorned in a fitted tunic of midnight black, embellished with intricate silver embroidery that catches the light in subtle glimmers, the guard cuts a striking figure against the backdrop of the palace walls. His trousers, tailored to perfection, flow seamlessly into polished leather boots.

The hood of the dark cloak hides the colour of his hair, the folds of it billows at his feet in the slight breeze. There’s a a stretch of dark fabric over the bottom of his face that hides most of his features that leaves just the striking azure of his eyes. He looks like an assassin if Yoongi didn’t know any better.

“Your Highness.” He calls, and there’s a different air about him that Yoongi could feel. It crackles about him like static. “His Majesty requests you.”

“Oh.” You seem to deflate a bit, and Seokjin pats your shoulder gently.

“You can bore us later.”

There’s a swipe of your hand and Seokjin pulls away with a laugh, just shy of getting hit. There’s clearly something more between you both that goes beyond a Princess and her guard.

Yoongi thanks you for taking the time to show him around and you smile, bidding them both goodbye before you follow after the young man.

It’s quiet between Yoongi and Seokjin , the silence slowly melting into something a little awkward as they’re left alone.

“Well this was riveting.” Seokjin says, dropping his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders and leading him forward towards the other end of the hallway. “I’ll show you the courtyard. All the fun stuff happens there.”

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Big Thoughts | myg

Min Yoongi x female reader

Summary: Yoongi's late night confession spurs some deep thoughts. Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, slice of life Word Count: 2,496 Warnings: intrusive thoughts

Notes: Thanks to @daechwitatamic for beta-ing. And thanks to @btsstan12 for the gorgeous banner!

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

It was late. Ridiculously late. Yoongi had showed up on your doorstep almost an hour ago, exhausted but wanting to hang out for at least a little bit before you both passed out. It had been almost a week since you’d seen him last, and you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t nice to have him with you, even if it was three in the morning and you could barely keep your eyes open.

He’d wanted to watch the newest episode of your favorite sci-fi/fantasy series, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d watched it without him, days ago when it first came out. You’d cuddled up together on your bed, snug under the covers and warm in his arms, your head on his chest as you fought sleep. Yoongi himself had been quiet for a while, though you weren’t sure if it was because he was as tired as you were, or if he was really that invested in the space cowboy and his tiny wizard son.

You sighed and snuggled further into him, recognizing that the end of the episode was coming soon. Yoongi’s arm tightened around you. So he wasn’t quite asleep yet. You felt him yawn, felt the rise of his chest as he inhaled deeply, felt him shake his head in an attempt to ward off the sleep. He groped for the remote as soon as the end credits started to run, turning off the tv and dropping the remote on the side table before pulling you somehow closer. His legs tangled with yours as he got comfortable, nuzzling ever so gently into your hair.

“‘Night, jagi, ” he mumbled, the gravel of sleep already starting to take hold of his voice. “I love you.”

You froze, your brain the equivalent of radio static “Oh,” was the only thing you could manage. “‘Night.”

He didn’t react, but mentally, you slapped yourself. What the everloving fuck was wrong with you?

You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, with a sour taste in your mouth and three words stuck in your throat.

When you woke up the next morning, you were immediately struck by how soft the surface under your head was. Without even opening your eyes, you could tell you’d been given an actual pillow sometime throughout the night instead of the boyfriend-shaped one you’d fallen asleep with. Blindly, you reached out, groping around the side of the bed to try to find him–perhaps he’d just rolled away–but no luck. You cracked open an eye, immediately regretting the action with the invasion of light through the barely open curtains, and confirmed: no Yoongi.

You groaned, allowing yourself a moment to wallow.

Oh. Who the fuck responds to someone saying ‘I love you’ for the first time with oh? Especially an I love you from the person that you most absolutely, desperately, unabashedly wanted to hear it from. You loved him, too. Or, at least, you thought you did. Six hours ago, though, apparently, your vocal chords decided they wanted to have a think about it.

You couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect partner than Yoongi. You had been nervous at first, what with the fact that he was world-famous and you were, well, very much not that. And sure, he was busy. His schedule was hectic and he was constantly going, but he chose to hang out with you. Like, willingly. He’d made a shared Google Calendar so he could make sure he was spending time with you. In the beginning, you’d thought that maybe he would come around every once in a while, that maybe you were just a bit of a fun–hopefully not temporary–reprieve from his life that he would indulge in whenever he happened to have a spare five minutes.

Instead, he would drop his keys into the bowl by your front door and collapse onto the couch with you, his arm around your shoulders, and watch a few hours of television before crawling into bed and falling asleep with your arm firmly around his middle. He sought you out, through text and video chat and phone calls, as often as he could. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind now that he actually wanted to be with you.

And, god, you wanted to hang out with him, too. You loved hanging out with him, craved it, never wanted to stop hanging out with him. You’d known him for a grand total of less than a year, and yet he was your best friend, your closest confidante, the person you turned to when you needed comfort, or a shoulder, or just a joke. He was… everything.

And yet ‘oh.’

You groaned, kicking your legs angrily for a moment, before forcing yourself to stand. Normally, you’d talk through something like this with Yoongi–he’d seen plenty of your dumb, stupid brain shit by now. But it was more complicated now that the issue involved him. It didn’t matter, though, because he wasn’t even here. Rarely did you go to sleep with him and wake up with him there. He was far too busy. This, it seemed, was just business as normal, as usual.

But as you tugged a hoodie over your body and you trudged your way out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, a presence forced you to pause in the doorway. There, in your kitchen, leaning with his forearms on the counter, was Yoongi. His hair was a mess, with strands sticking this way and that, and he looked like he’d barely slept. But he was there.

You inhaled sharply and briefly considered making an about-face and retreating right back into your room, but he looked up almost immediately and you were caught. His eyes fell back to his phone–you presumed he was scrolling through the news. The less he said, the smaller you felt, and suddenly, you were nervous.

“You’re still here,” you noted, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the pit quickly forming in your stomach. You watched him carefully as you opened the fridge, pulling out a small can of orange juice. You couldn’t tell if he was mad–you’d never seen him actually mad before, so you weren’t really sure what that looked like. “I thought you worked today?”

“I don’t have to be there until one. Do you want breakfast?”

“Oh!” The monster, back for a second round of massacring your relationship. “Uh… sure.”

He nodded, and you moved out of the way, easily swapping places with him so he could open your fridge. It wasn’t the first time Yoongi had cooked for you in your own kitchen, but it was the first time it was… weird. Not uncomfortable necessarily, but weird. You slid into one of the stools at your counter, the tiny bar allowing you to watch Yoongi as he busied himself with pulling ingredients out of the fridge.

Long minutes passed in silence, every one seeming to stretch ad infinitum, and the longer you stared at his back, the more you felt like you had to say something.

“Hey, so listen,” you said softly, playing with the tab of your orange juice can. He hummed, signaling that he was listening, but he didn’t turn around. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “About last night…”

“I get it.” Carefully, he chopped green onions, the quiet thwack, thwack, thwack doing nothing to soothe your nerves. “Don’t feel like you have to say it, too. I don’t mind if you take your time.”

“That’s not it at all!” You said it quickly, but as soon as it left your mouth, you knew it was true. He was Yoongi–your Yoongi–and having him around brought you more comfort than you could possibly say. In such a short time, he’d become something more than your best friend, more than your boyfriend. He’d become something akin to home, a soft, warm place to land when times were bad. “I… I just…” You sighed, eyes falling from his back to your hands on the counter in front of you. “I’m not sure how to do this. I’m not sure how to do relationships like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know.” When you looked up at him again, he was facing you, leaning back against the counter beside your stovetop. A perfectly chopped pile of green onions sat beside him on the cutting board. “I grew up surrounded by people who spent decades of their life with someone they didn’t love, let alone like.”

“Do you really think I’d string you along like that?”

“Well… no…”

“But?”

“It’s the sunk cost fallacy, right? Humans are just as susceptible to inertia as everything else. Things start off great, but slowly, they become good. And then fine. And then okay. And you’ve been together too long to just walk away. Dating again after so long is scary. And it’s not like things are actually bad. They aren’t great, but they aren’t bad. You don’t hate each other, so that’s a plus, right?”

“Sure, maybe, but-”

“-But then time passes, and you start to fight more and more, but that’s just what living with someone for 20 years is like, right? After a while, you get sick of each other, you’ve spent too much time together.” You spoke quickly. Now that you’d started, it was like a dam had broken, the thoughts flowing out of your mouth almost as soon as they formed, unceasing. “The heat just keeps getting turned up and up and up until before you know it, you’re a 75-year-old lobster boiling in his own pot of water, and there’s not much you can do except deal with it. You’ve been together so long, it’s the least you can do, right? Not much time left together. And you don’t hate each other, but you don’t particularly like each other either, and it’s scary to imagine the other not there, even if somewhere inside of you wishes it was someone else.”

Eventually, your mind stopped racing and you ran out of things to say. You hadn’t noticed it while you were talking–your focus had mostly been on the half-empty orange juice can in your hands–but Yoongi had left the spot across from you, moving around the breakfast bar so that he was nearly standing beside you. Deep brown eyes focused on you, curious, but not judging. He almost seemed sad, his brow a little furrowed as he silently listened.

“That’s quite a big thought.” His voice was soft, warm as honey and full of concern. “It’s tough. I’m sure that a lot of people do end up stuck in relationships like that. But–and feel free to correct me if you don’t agree–but when you get down to it, I think this happens most often to people who choose partners solely for maybe one or two good things.”

“Right.”

He was much closer now, his chest practically brushing against your shoulder. You could feel the heat of his body–or maybe you were imagining it, you weren’t quite sure. It was weird. If anyone else stood this close to you, you almost certainly would have felt your skin crawling. But with Yoongi, it was comforting.

“But by that logic,” carefully, he took your hands, pulling you off the stool so that you were standing in front of him, “I think that perhaps we don’t fall into that category.” His eyes flitted around your face, checking in with you silently before he said anything else.

“I just… don’t want us to end up like my parents,” you told him softly, reaching out and gently balling your hand in the softness of his t-shirt. “I don’t know if they started out loving each other, or how they got to where they are, but god, it sucked to be stuck between them and to constantly walk on eggshells.”

“That must have been hard.”

“I didn’t even realize that married couples could joke around and have fun until I met one of my professor’s husbands when I was in college.” You sighed, and Yoongi took a step closer, his arms carefully winding their way around you. “I don’t want to be 40 and realize that we fucked up somewhere along the way, you know?”

He nodded, brown eyes meeting yours. “Long relationships are hard,” he admitted, his thumbs drawing gentle circles into your back. “I’m not saying that things will always be perfect all the time. I don’t know what the future holds. But what I do know is that I love you. I don’t foresee that changing, but if it does, we will not become your parents. At the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, we know how to communicate. We argue, sure, but I don't know that I would consider you forcing me out of the studio at three in the morning to be a fight.”

"You're just stubborn," you mumble, tugging at the material of his shirt.

"I am." He laughed, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You're my best friend outside of Bangtan. I tell you everything.” You didn't mind being in second place behind the other members. As curmudgeonly as Yoongi could be about them, you knew they were brothers in all but blood. He continued. "I know you always have my back. I hope you know that goes both ways." You nodded, and he whispered a soft 'good'.

He fell silent, then, pulling you a little closer into a proper hug. His arms tightened around your waist, holding you firmly yet gently, as if he was afraid that you would slip out of his grasp at any moment. You hooked your chin over his shoulder, appreciating the warmth of him, of his actions, of his words. He was rarely like this, but somehow, he seemed to know what you needed. He swayed you gently back and forth, a soothing motion you weren’t even sure he was conscious of. And as you stood there in the kitchen, whatever Yoongi had been attempting to make for breakfast all but forgotten, it finally bubbled to the surface.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, squeezing him slightly. “I’m sorry my brain sucks sometimes.”

“All brains suck sometimes.” You felt him shrug, felt the rumble of his voice as he spoke. “And I know. You wouldn’t have had to say it. Your giant crush on me is not very subtle.”

You hummed. “Then I don’t need to say it again.”

Immediately, his grip on you tightened, holding you impossibly closer and shaking you back and forth. “No!” he whined. “That’s not what I meant!”

The two of you dissolved into giggles, the heaviness of the previous moments forgotten, the cloud of awkwardness entirely gone. You hummed as Yoongi pulled away, stealing a kiss from him as he let you go to resume cooking. As you watched him crack eggs into a skillet, you felt a little flutter in your stomach.

Perhaps, together, things would be okay.

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

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circus-babe · 1 year

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No survivors | 01

Synopsis: A new hope to this cruel world.

Genre: Apocalypse au, smut

Warning: Mentions of death, killing, weapons, blood

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 3,5k

Your anxiety was growing by the second, your hands shaking from fear. Who could ever blame you?

The world was getting destroyed, if it wasn’t already. Stores vandalized, broken glass shattered all around the roads, and even blood splattered around like a crime scene.

Except there wasn’t any.

It wasn’t always like that though. The world used to be a peaceful place, yeah maybe there would be some bad things on it but it can never compare to this.

What was supposed to be a small virus made innocent people turn into the creatures they are now. Those horrible and horrific creatures.

Called walkers or Zombies. No name is any better.

This is not what you ever imagined when you said a new world would come. You didn’t expect to see people being eaten alive by those undead things. The sight of them screaming, trying to fight for their life is so sad.

Yet you can’t do anything.

Everyone's for themselves now, this world has become so selfish. Anyone would kill to survive and it doesn’t mean it’s always to kill those undeads.

Some people take it up to themselves to hurt humans for food, water, or any other resources.

The government failed everyone, warning all people to wear masks and follow the safety precautions just for it all to go to shit. Without telling anyone what truly happened.

After five months of this happening you aren’t sure how you survived. In no way have you gotten used to the feeling of being outside though. The feeling of danger once you step outside your hiding spot. Looking around for any undead before taking any steps further.

The world became more fearful and it’s up to you to fight through it. To survive with what you got. And it’s not much. You’re brave in some parts, you managed to come outside a couple of times. Bring food for yourself and others but that bravery isn’t always there.

Sometimes fear washes over you and you freeze. The fear when you see a lot of them in an area and not knowing what to do. It’s scary but you have to suck it up. You are learning to.

Peeking through the corner, you see some undead looking in the other direction, something that made you relieved, but not too relieved.

Not trying to get any distractions, you quickly hid back on the wall. Feeling yourself getting nervous by the seconds.

This isn't the first time you've seen the undead nor will it be the last. Sometimes you do hope it's the last time you see them and that this is just an awful nightmare you will wake up from, unfortunately that hope is slowly fading away.

Mostly because it doesn’t seem to get any better no matter how much time passes by.

As your grip on the bat got tighter, you slowly focused yourself towards the sound of the undead.

The horrifying and disgusting sound each one of them made. It's unbelievable to think that those undead out there were once normal humans. Humans that were just living their regular lives not knowing all of this would happen. The thought of the pain they had to go through makes your heart shatter.

But now is not the time to cry, you need to be strong to survive. No weakness is allowed and that means not crying over bullshit that happened before.

There’s many rules that are being applied now, rules you created yourself. The world changed you and you have to accept the change before it’s too late. If you are weak you die, if you are too slow you die, if you are alone without actual knowledge you die.

No other solution.

"Okay y/n if you do this right you will live" you whispered to yourself while pulling the black bandana to cover your nose and mouth.

Every time you went outside, you always got your face covered with blood after hitting them to death. Not a pleasant thing to say but it was true. So this time you brought a bandana. The bandana your father used to wear on his wrist because it was his only thing he got left from his parents. Which now makes you realize how valuable the bandana truly is.

As you took your last deep breath, you started to make your way across the street without getting any attention from the undead.

Taking slow steps and not trying to make any noise, which was truly important to not do in this situation. You continued walking closely to the wall, eyes scanning the area, and your hand clutching to the bat.

Once you reached the end of the concrete wall, you started crouching towards a bush on the side of the road, making you pause when you heard an undead way too close to you. Heavy breathing, you crouched beside the bush, trying to stay as still as possible.

Without moving, your eyes slowly averted to the undead that was making its way closer to you. Bit by bit it moved its legs slowly on the dirt road. You wanted to move, however if you did the undead would see you right away and kill you. If you are too close it can smell you as well. So for now you have to pray that it goes towards a different direction.

The undead continued to come closer towards you, making you even more nervous. You hit many undead before, that’s nothing new. But there was always fear that surrounded you whenever you saw one.

It’s normal to be scared, mostly in this situation. But fear isn’t always good, and you should know that more than anyone.

The only solution you could think of at this moment was to hit it. That’s if the undead gets too close to you.

As you were getting ready to stand up and hit the undead, you were quick to be stopped when a gunshot was loudly heard. Confused, you looked over towards the destroyed store the sound of the gunshot came from. There were people here besides you?

It was a relief knowing there were other people trying to survive just like you, but there was also fear. Everyone is now for themselves, humans turned selfish. And if you are an obstacle you get crushed.

Instead of going towards you, the undead now started heading towards the sound, making you sigh in relief. Once you saw it far away from you, you started to crouch your way out and towards the empty home.

Not letting the bat go, you looked over towards both sides and once it was clear you crossed the road quickly. Smiling, you started running towards the house but stopped once you heard a scream, a scream that was so damn powerful.

Gulping you turn towards the sound which came from the same shop you heard the gunshot from. There is definitely someone there that needs help, but are you willing to risk your life for them?

There’s no time for being the hero, in some situations it is okay to be selfish. As harsh as that sounds it’s reality now.

Biting your lip you looked over, trying to see how many undead there were. And not surprised you are met with more than six of them. Shaking your head, you turned away from the shop not really wanting to risk your life for whoever was in there.

Once again another gunshot came from the place making you feel guilty. You know damn well that if it was someone else they wouldn't have helped you or even try to. But you are not like that, you can't be. After all, this was once a peaceful world. Might as well try to make it better at least for a little.

Sometimes you hate your weak heart.

With a sigh, you turned around and ran towards the shop not caring about anything other than saving whoever was in there.

Quickly you stopped though, trying to analyze the amount of undead inside and out, for the most part whoever was in there got half of them. Which concludes that they are out of bullets now.

There were too many for you to fight and if you tried to, you would die. So a plan is the right move. Nervously, you started to look around scanning anything that can help you but you only landed on a big rock.

If you use that big rock to smash the glass window from across the road the noise will attract the undead. Since they mostly go for sound and not much of actual hunting. Quickly, you made your way towards the rock, which you slowly picked up for its weight.

"This is it y/n. Either you do it or you die" you firmly said to yourself, not letting fear get to you.

The biggest mistake you can do in an apocalypse is let fear get to you, that is called suicide. To be able to survive you need to act without thinking which it's what you are about to do.

With all the force you had, you threw the rock across the road and into the big window who in just seconds shattered everywhere, making some glass cut your face. Without hesitating you ran away from it and into the back of the shop. Pushing the door open with your leg as you quickly headed inside, but stopped in mid track.

"Are you okay?" you asked, walking closer to the person who was holding his arm in pain, while blood was dripping onto the floor. All kinds of thoughts were crossing your mind. What if he got bitten? Were you too late?

"Hello?" you spoke up again, coming closer to the person who slowly turned towards you, his face showing you that he was visibly in pain. Scared you waited for whoever it was to speak.

"Thank you" the person spoke up, making you confused but you nodded either way. Slowly your eyes averted to his hand which was covered in blood. It didn't look like a bite, you seen way too many of them to know that what he has isn't one. He was stabbed in the hand.

"Your hand"

"Yeah.. i landed on the wrong side of the floor" he laughed lightly, while trying to cover the pain. Coming closer to him, you examined his hand to check for any other deeper wounds which thankfully you didn't find.

"Come with me" you said, not letting him say anything before you dragged him outside of the shop while still being careful of your surroundings. The person was more of a friendly person than you expected it to be.

In an apocalypse it is very rare to find someone with a friendly vibe. Not that you are asking for it with this whole thing happening. Everyone is rather harsh than kind. But it’s nice to find someone friendly enough.

Without saying a word the person followed you towards the house you were going to enter earlier. Closing the door and the extra locks on the side of the door, just for safety.

Silently, you made your way towards him.

"Alright dude, let's fix this wound" you said, making him sit on the couch as you went to look for the first aid kit you saved for emergencies, while putting your backpack with some food on the side.

You aren’t sure if you have enough food for two. With how rare it is to find something that isn’t expired or already empty, wasting it is dangerous. You have a couple of cans that will last you and him for approximately one week.

And then you have to go hunt again.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, watching you rummage through the cabinets until you found the aid kit. Ignoring his question, you walked closer towards him, kneeling down and signaling him to extend his hand towards you, which he slowly does.

"This will hurt" you told him as you poured some rubbing alcohol into a cloth and pressed it into his palm, which he immediately hissed at. His eyes stayed on his hand while yours were doing just the same.

The whole time there was this awkward silence, just like when you first meet someone. A silence you hate so much. It was the reason why you would hate to meet new people.

The process didn’t take too long, after disinfecting the cut, all you had to do was wrap it up.

While you were wrapping his palm with the bandage, you noticed the sadness in his eyes, and if it weren’t that noticeable you would’ve ignored it.

Instead it made you wonder what was going on in his head. Something probably happened back there that hurt him not just physically but mentally as well. It’s common in this new reality.

"Are you alright?" you finally decided to break the silence and ask him, trying to make a conversation with him. He slowly looked towards you and gave you a small nod.

"Yeah" he looked down at his hand again, without taking your eyes from him you gave his shoulder a touch. Something about him seemed familiar, maybe it was because you found those same eyes and look familiar.

"You lost someone, didn't you?" you asked, recognizing that same familiar face and look he was giving you.

You weren't always alone, you were once in two groups. And one of those groups just had to be your family. You were determined to help them, to keep them safe and protected, especially your younger sister which you loved so much.

Unfortunately that's not what happened since at some point the undead caught up to you and your family. Biting them in the process. You never intended on leaving them, you were actually planning on dying with them, but they wanted you safe. They wanted for you to continue living which probably was the worst decision you have ever taken. It's been almost two months since that incident happened but you'll never forget it.

"Yeah.." he quietly answered, making all those memories of your family come back to you once again. "You know my mother once did the same thing you are doing right now. She helped me with my wound just the exact same way you are doing it." he softly laughed, keeping his eyes on his arms which now you realized the meaning behind it.

"Thank you" he said, finally meeting your eyes which had a little more happiness in them. Giving him a small smile you caressed your thumb on his free hand.

Something about him was just so calming. It felt as if you knew him for years as if he was your best friend. Being with him felt so comforting yet so heart warming which you haven't felt ever since your family died.

"Don't thank me, I'm sure anyone would've done it" and by the look he made you knew he figured out your lie. There's no way anyone would've helped him, not with these circumstances. Everyone's for themselves right now, which you find so selfish but you understand where they are coming from.

Surviving is what they are aiming for and people will slow them down. You learned a lot about being a burden with a small group.

After your family, you didn’t have much. Your survival skills were lacking and when you found another group they took you in. Teaching you ways to kill the undead with just smashing their brain with a knife, or smashing their head with a bat.

You thanked them for that, and only that. You then figured out they were going to betray you. To which didn’t happen because you ran away from that place and ever since then, you have been surviving on your own.

You aren’t sure if they are still alive, but you don’t really care now.

“Are you alone?” you stood up, walking back to the table as you started taking out the cans from your backpack, side-eyeing him from time to time

“No, I was with my friends.” he silently said, and if it wasn’t so quiet in the house you were staying at you swore you wouldn't have heard it. “But we separated when the undead started surrounding us.”

It would mean they all took it for themselves, running towards different directions trying to save themselves. That’s smart, the only thing is finding them is difficult.

“So you don’t know if they are alive?” you said, the sentence coming out more bitter than you intended it to be. It was true but the way you said it sounded harsh.

“No, but I hope they are” he silently said, making you sigh once you took out the last can and a couple of water bottles you found.

“What’s your name?” you asked, walking closer to him with a small water bottle, handing it to him as he slowly took it. “Jungkook and thank you” he said, to which you just nodded. “And you?”

“Y/n” you said, as he started drinking from the water bottle, sighing with relief once he gulped it all down. You could tell he was thirsty. It made you conclude he was out there for a while.

“Are you alone?” he asked, putting the empty bottle on the coffee table. “Yeah” you answered quickly, making it short. He should’ve known that when he didn’t see anyone else in the house.

“For how long?” he then decided to ask, making you shrug. It’s been some time, maybe over two months since you truly didn’t stay much with the other group. It’s been just you after that.

“About two months i would say” you said, making him nod as he took out his backpack. “I have some stuff here, some canned food and some chocolate. Here, take it.” he laughed at the last part, taking out a chocolate bar from his backpack as he handed it to you.

With a small smile you took it. God you haven’t seen chocolate ever since this started. You missed it so much. Opening the chocolate bar, you split it in half, giving the other one to him.

“Until you find your group, you can stay here, i don’t mind” you said, standing up as you motioned for him to do so. To which he quickly did, silently following you towards a room.

The house was small, it was one of those cozy homes that didn’t have much space. But it did you the favor of keeping you hidden. You know that at some point you have to move locations since the food storage is running out.

So you will enjoy it for the time being.

“There’s two rooms here, you can sleep in this one” you said, opening the door as it revealed a small room. A bed and two nights stands besides it.

Nothing special but it helped.

Closing the door, you walked towards the other door. “And this is the bathroom, with how they will soon cut the water, the water is limited but you can shower” you said, opening the door as you pointed inside.

You got used to this home. It wasn’t yours, you used to have a small apartment in one of those buildings, but with everything happening you had to leave and find your family, to which luckly they came to visit you for the summer.

It wasn’t much luck though.

“So that’s all, are you hungry?” you asked, standing in front of him as you now got to realize his height. You didn’t notice just how tall he is.

“Yeah” he shyly said, making you chuckle.

With that you both walked into the kitchen, opening two cans of corn and eating that for the day. You both had some conversations here and there but there was still some awkward tension which was normal.

As night time started approaching he went on to shower and once he was done you went and showered as well. It was a well needed shower. The last thing was sleep, you could tell he was tired and with undead out there you decided to keep guard for the night.

He wanted to guard though, talking about how it wasn’t fair to you but you insisted until he finally agreed and headed to bed.

You aren’t sure if keeping him here was a good idea. Starting with the fact that it’s an extra person. Another human being you had to look out for. You aren’t sure of his skills or how great he is at defending himself.

You aren’t great yourself but you’re getting the hang of killing them more easily. And it’s not just about safety but food and supplies as well. The place you were staying in was a bit far from those shops. Around a twenty minute walk back and forth.

It was going to sting now that you had him but it was nice having some company. You got used to being by yourself but it still felt lonely from time to time.

He seemed friendly, a bit too friendly. But you assume he wants to have a positive attitude in this situation.

As the sky turned dark, you stood by the window checking around if any of them would come around. Switching from the living room towards the kitchen, the backdoor and back to the living room.

It was your duty now and you somehow felt responsible for him as well.

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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perks of being a househusband.

SERIES.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: finally, a masterlist! :> no concrete story here btw!! just a bunch of mismatched scenarios that will be written and posted with no particular schedule. enjoy!!!

INDEX.

I WAS HOPING I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THIS.

I ALWAYS GET THE JOB DONE.

THIS IS OUR TERRITORY.

MY BOSS JUST GAVE ME ORDERS.

FLASHBACK: WHEN YOU FIRST MET.

BONUS: HOLLY'S WALK.

I'M PROTECTING MY TURF IN MY OWN WAY.

[MORE TO BE ADDED]

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mykoreanlove · 8 months

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Tsundere ツンデレ

Ding dong.

Your eyes shot open like the speed of light.

Ding dong.

What time was it?

Ding dong.

Who the fuck rang your bell at 3 in the morning?

Ding dong.

Fuck, the neighbors were going to lose it.

Ding dong.

“I am coming!!” You raced to your door as fast as you could.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I said I was com-” you shouted as you opened the door angrily. Your visitor took you by surprise as you had not heard from him in weeks. Right in front you stood your ex-boyfriend – incredibly handsome, yet incredible fucked up. His dark hair tousled, his eyes bloodshot, his body clouded in smoke and his whole being reeking from alcohol. You were annoyed that he dared to show up like this and threw the door in his face. Or so you thought. He had his foot in the door before you could succeed at shutting him out.

“Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. You loved his deep and raspy voice but hearing it now made your heart flutter in the worst way. You were not allowed to feel these emotions anymore, you just couldn’t. “Min, you can’t be here.”

He scoffed, glaring at you viciously. “Why? Have you already found someone new to share the bed with?”

Ah, there he was again – still the angry and cynical guy you remembered the most. Over the course of your short-lived romance, you had never seen him portray his positive emotions – not once. He always played it cool, being the reserved and harsh person that he was. You once found this trait to be attractive but realized that you couldn’t handle it very well. Yoongi confused you as he was rude and harsh most of the times, only kind and appreciating on rare occasions. You never knew what he was truly thinking or feeling – he never opened up to you like that. Hence you called it quits. Not because you didn’t have feelings for him, but because you were convinced, he hadn’t any for you. Not wanting to be weak, you decided to take on his approach.

“Does that matter?”

“It does matter to me”, he scoffed again. You raised your eyebrow in surprise. “What? Did you think I was fine after you broke up with me?”

As a matter of fact, yes, you did think he was fine. You assumed he continued living his life, produced new music and dated other girls. Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized that you seriously had not considered this possibility. “Y/N, why? Why would you think that? Don’t you know how much I loved you?”

Tears started straining your face as you tried to compose yourself. “Min, how was I supposed to know?” Seeing you like that hurt him badly. Realizing that he fucked up another relationship because he couldn’t show how much the other person meant to him was even worse. Was he doomed to repeat his mistakes over and over? “Can I.. Can I come in?”

You let him enter and walked to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water. You handed it to him silently, nudging him to drink. “Do you think I’m here because I’m drunk?” He smiled sweetly, masking his pain as much as he could. “I’ve been drinking for years, this is nothing. I’m not here because of the Hennessy I’ve downed. I am here because I can’t stand it anymore.” He faced you directly, taking his time to choose his words carefully. “I know I seem cold. Sometimes distant or cranky. Annoyed even. I can’t open up so easily as it takes me some time but… y/n, I really cared about you. So, fucking much. Still do.” He laughed a little as he wiped away the tear that built on the corner of his right eye.

You walked over to him and held his hand. “Was it me?” He looked at you confused. “What do you mean?” “Were you not able to open up because of me? Did I do something wrong?”

Yoongi started to cry – the last thing you expected from him. “No. No, of course not. You were perfect. No, you are perfect y/n. I just – I have trouble letting people in. I was always like that, probably because of the upbringing I had. It was fucked up, you know?” You wanted to be snarky and remind him that you did not know, because he never opened up to you, but you bit your tongue. He was clearly in pain, fighting against himself and your bruised ego had no place in this one-man tragedy. “Min, I am sorry”, you whispered. He got closer to you, his face almost touching yours. “Don’t be”, he mumbled. “I was the one at fault. I pushed you away. I am really sorry, y/n. I came here to tell you that. To tell you that I’m sorry and that I miss you and that I had been crying myself to sleep for the past few weeks. Ever since you left me, to be precise.”

You looked at him in disbelief, how was that possible? The boy that seemed so distant and cold was heartbroken over you? “I guess my behavior was very confusing to you. I still confuse myself at times. I behaved like an immature savage most of the times because I was too nervous and shy around you. I was afraid of you seeing my innermost side, so I pushed you away before you could come too close to me. My deepest apologies, y/n.”

His words moved you. You were able to finally understand. The enigma that was sitting right in front of you wasn’t disinterested but afraid. Your hand caressed his cheek, you missed the feeling of his porcelain skin. You missed smelling his musky perfume, missed his warm touch, missed the raspy sweet nothings he whispered in your ear as he was making love to you. Yoongi wasn’t the only one that cried himself to sleep at night. And now he was here, confessing his love to you. You had to pinch yourself to check that you were in fact awake.

He grinned into your hand. “I am glad it’s not completely over, y/n.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Min.” You wouldn’t make it easy on him, that was for sure. He laughed at you sweetly. “Would be more believable if you wouldn’t be sleeping in my shirt, babe.”

His shirt? Fuck, you were half asleep as the bell rang and didn’t think of putting on clothes. He left his favorite shirt, an oversized white one with some initials on the front, at your place and weirdly never asked for it back, so you decided to keep it. You used to fall asleep to it as it smelled like him but when his scent disappeared you decided to sleep in it – you somehow felt closer to him that way. You smiled as you got caught in the act: “I really can’t fool you, can I?”

Yoongi took your head in his hands and kissed you. “No, and I don’t want you to. Your feelings are written all over your face and I love you for that. Don’t ever change, especially not for me.” He placed another kiss on your lips. “Me, however, I will work on that. I’m not all spice, I’m also sweet y/n. I’m sweet for you..”, he looked at you pleadingly, “if you let me.”

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲-𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 Masterlist!

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Brat or Babygirl?

Softcore or hardcore?

Softie or Toughguy?

Period Sex, yes or no?

Would they want to own a hybrid?

Requests for this are currently Open!

Giving or rather receiving oral?

Gentle or manhandling?

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #namjoon imagine #rm x reader #taehyung imagine #jimin imagine #jin imagine #seokjin imagine #hoseok imagine #jhope imagines #yoongi imagine #bts suga x reader #Bonny-Meter

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dearlyanqels · 1 year

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Oh Shit

bora is a wonderful and hardworking girl, she tries her best to make sure each member is taken well care of and they are mentally, physically, and emotionally stable.

but sometimes she doesn't feel like their manager, she feels like their babysitter.

and what joy does that mean when recent feelings come whirl pooling within her.

yoongi x afab reader (name is bora as seen)

warnings: there will be some posted on a chapter that will need it. overall just th em cussing and fussing.

another day in the life of bora

what the f

fruity squad

lol what??

Sunday (not really) night noodling

dress choosing

social event

scandal

what the actual fuck nuggets

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francenemolove · 7 months

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Mated To You

Synopsis:

I think you need to get here Y/N, she’s been acting violently! No one can come near her. We all tried but she kept mumbling want her – want her. You were the one that took her here so I believe you’re the one she’s asking for muttered Jisoo exasperatedly.

Thanks for telling me Soo, I’ll be there in five with that said she took her keys and ran to her car to get to the sanctuary.

Warnings/Tags: Hybrid Universe, Snake hybrid Yoonji, Shemale Reader, Female Yoonji, Blood, Violence, Trauma, Angst, Tsundere Yoonji, Baby girl Yoonji, Caring and loving Reader, Fluff, Explicit Smut.

The room smelled of booze,cigarettes and sweat. Oh what will Yoonji give for her to breath fresh air than smelling the same old shit everyday. She should get use to it since she’s been in this place ever since she was 14, and yet she can’t. Her human nose can’t tolerate much of the smell, then how much more her animal side?

Hey! Snakey! Get up! Your turn to make us money the man said grossly towards her cell. What a disgusting piece of shit she thought.

Without a word she got up from where she was and went through her cell door. The moment she stepped out she held the man’s hand and hissed. He attempted to slap her ass for a long time now, but given she was a hybrid her instincts and reflexes were much more keen making her alert in situations such as this one.

The man chuckled while he ripped his hand away from her and said You’re still saving yourself for someone that doesn’t exist? What made you think that your gonna get out of here Slut!? If I were you, you reserve that hostility of yours and finally accept the fact that this was home, this is home and this will be home forever until you die. then left while laughing maniacally.

Hearing that from him made every hair in Yoonji’s body rise, she’s not stupid and that she knows she will not be leaving this hellhole soon but at least she still hopes that someday by what miracle and mercy the God’s above will finally let her live in peace.

Ever since Yoonji was bought from the black market she was brought to a world so cruel. Her new owner is notorious for his multiple chain of underground fight clubs and drug and sex den. He’s in this business for so long and no matter how vile this man was, he wasn’t taken away specially since his clients are elite people wanting to waste their money on shitty things. She actually don’t know who’s much worse, her owner for operating and managing this shit or those rich snobs just wanting a good time from other people’s suffering – oh wait a hybrids suffering. There were so many nights that she thought and hoped of just being an animal than being half man and half freak. Then maybe people will be kinder to her. Because she’d heard people loving her kind but of course when they only eat, sleep and slither. Not someone like her who needs to eat, sleep, talk, think, be cared for and most of all loved.

It’s the third round and there was only a minute left. A lot of people were getting frustrated because they bet a lot of money on the dog hybrid that she was fighting with. Well for the record they should not have underestimated Yoonji. She was the most prized hybrid by her master for a reason. People always expected her to be a joke whenever they send in big and bulky hybrids as her opponent just to be surprised that with just a couple of punches and kicks they are knock out (Well she can’t blame them. She is tiny, only around 124 cm). This always make her opponents chuckle, they always mistake her for a cat hybrid because of her small face, cat like eyes and tiny nose but a quick look at her back and see her slim, scaly and tiny tail they will know. A lot wanted to have her as their pet but Yoonji always shows them that she can’t be messed with. She is feisty and lethal, as she is part snake and not just any normal snake she’s a Namaqua dwarf adder. This kind of snakes are known to be the smallest yet the most venomous of all snakes. They have retractable fangs that they use to trick their prey into thinking that they are harmless, but bites them when they have locked on their target. Yoonji on the other hand despite how deadly her venom is, never used that on any of her opponents because at the end of the day they are all just being used in the underground arena for rich assholes satisfaction. They are all just willing to do everything to survive.

The sound of her opponent knocked out on the ring was the only thing she heard and then the burst of shouting and applause filled the place. She won once again making that her 36th win.

You never fail to amaze me Ji he whispered on her ear.

She was sitted in the corner of her cage. You might think that since she was the champion and the boss's favorite money maker, she was treated like royalty. Wrong, she was treated worse of all worse. The man made an agreement with her the first time she won. The agreement was about her being his regular fighter and his slut. He promised to give her all the money and pleasure she can ever ask for but Yoonji didn't like the idea of it and the next thing the man knew was pain and a bloody nose. Yoonji broke his nose. She was beaten near to death, but he realized that he can't get rid of her right away since she can make him a lot of money. She was not given food for a week. Her cuts were infected. Only after a week of her being kept in her cage did he made her Crack and obey him that she was going to be his Ultimate fighter. Because no matter how badly they wanted to fuck her and make her his slut he learned that it was something Yoonji can never give. In Yoonji’s mind her chastity was the only thing she can offer her mate. If ever she meets them someday. It was silly, she knows but a tiny part of her hoped that she will get out of this place and live her life free and happy with her mate.

Can I clean up now? she queried.

Sure, sure sweetheart, a moment. I just wanted to say that .. since you're a lady now, I believe that it's about time that you get breeded so that you can produce champion fighters in the future too.

What an imbecile, she thought.

And what made you think that all throughout the years that you've asked me to be your slut did I say yes? she hissed.

You were this close bitch. He snarled nearing her. (Telling her how close she was to loosing the fight that happened awhile ago). This close to loosing, I can't afford that. I can't afford having a dead hybrid. So sweetheart, if ever you die and you gave me your children then at least I have something to sell and tell people that their fucking mother was a freak but at least she was a fucking great fighter. He persuaded.

Do you get me? he questioned.

Maybe you really lost your brain a long time ago that's why you can't comprehend the bullshit you just told me. She spoke coldy.

Raising his hand he slapped her hard that made her head face the other way.

You bitch! not because you've been making me money it means that you can just talk shit about me!. I think you need to remember that I'm the only one keeping you alive. He said while rolling his sleeves.

Y/N can you hear me?

Yes. She whispered.

We have our men inside the building now, they've seen the cages where they keep all of them. But the other one, we can't find her.

You mean the one who just fought? she whispered once again.

Yeah, but don't worry. Jimin's going to look for her and we're going to take care of her.

Alright, she sighed.

Her vision was spinning, everything was painful. After the beating she got from him, she was left in her cage again with no food, water or things to disinfect her wounds. She wanted to just keep her mouth shut at least that way she was given the things she needed first before being locked up again. But if she didn’t talk, then her master might assume that she’s going to agree to be a breeding machine.

She laid down and thought about the scent she smelt a couple weeks ago. The smell made her feel so relaxed it smelt like mint with a hint of citrus. Oh what she can give to smell it again, she thought. It was the reason why she have so much hope these days because she smelt her mate. And the moment she stepped on the ring, she smelt her again.

Overwhelmed with the pain she felt from being beaten, she closed her eyes and slept.

Big Man Choi is notorious. He’s known all over Korea, since he owns a lot of drug den and underground fighting rings. He’s someone that the T.A.L.R.H (The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids) are so eager to imprison. No matter how vile and cruel he was the government took a blind eye on his case. Well, people are fickle minded. They are shown an ample amount of fortune that Big Man Choi has, and they cave in right away. Years gone by people became humane and understood that hybrids are not to be treated unfairly. People grow to care, love and fight for hybrids ever since the first human was bound and mated to a hybrid did they learn that we are all equal. Living in this world hoping and yearning to have a happy, satisfying and peaceful life.

And with this change, The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids was made. It was made by the President because he wanted to prove to his daughter that he accepted the hybrid mate his daughter was given. It was a joke at first since not a lot of people was open with the idea of being mated to a hybrid but when this movement was created a lot of human – hybrid couples were brave enough to show that they are happy with their lives and that they should really make a change.

The Association was also headed by an intelligent, charming and respectable man named Kim Seokjin, who’s sole goal was to make Hybrids be part of society without fear for their future. Just a couple of years a lot of hybrid breeding facilities, drug dens, pleasure houses and underground fighting rings were shut down. Their owners and every man that partake in hybrid injustice was sent to prison. All hybrids that were rescued were rehabilitated, given the resources to have proper education, documents to prove their identity. Most hybrids now are living their best lives, working in their field of expertise. It’s such an amazing thing really but despite all of the great things happening, that’s just half of the population of hybrids and there are more yet to rescue.

After so many years, the T.A.L.R.H have intel about Big Man Choi. They will finally bring this man down. There was even a warrant that this man should be killed on sight if ever he tries to escape. Lawyer Kim Namjoon, did a great job in persuading the government and almost all people to want this man to finally perish.

An agent was assigned to gain more intel about the biggest underground fighting ring that Big Man Choi owned. It was difficult to get in because ever since humans learn to love hybrids, Choi’s people have to be meticulous and investigative about every client they will have. But there will always be a way through it.

Y/L/N Y/N was the person assigned. Other than the fact that she was an Elementary Teacher she was also the Captain of the H.P.F (Hybrid Protection Force). The moment she gained intel on how to enter the grounds, she made sure that she fits in with the rich snobs who are all looking for a fun time. She made them trust them, made friends and made unbreakable bonds as what they thought. They didn’t know that it will bring them to their demise.

The place was so loud, everyone cheering and betting on the hybrids fighting in the ring. It’s not a new scene specially in Y/N’s line of work. With her disguise she got in acting like one of the elites. It’s her second time in this specific underground ring and it’s her second time seeing the petite hybrid won another fight. The first time she saw her she won without any scratch on her but this time her opponent was unfairly larger than her, bulkier too. Despite how big and strong the other hybrid was, you can see that the petite one was an experienced fighter. She won again of course but she got of the ring with a bloody eyebrow and a busted lip. Y/N was expecting to see the petite hybrid fight like she was born to do it, because most of the hybrids they have rescued already embraced the lifestyle forced on them but not her, all her moves are calculated to effectively hit and disable her opponent for them to give up. Whenever her opponents tap out, she makes sure she let them go right away. She doesn’t abuse the power she has and just let them accept defeat in a professional way.

She’s still good, still humane. Y/N thought.

At least it will be easier to help her and give her a new life, she thought.

Everything was chaotic before the last fight started. While everyone was busy betting on the next hybrid, the guards were stupid enough to leave their posts that made Jimin and his team’s life easier. They had access on the cells where they keep all hybrids. With a lookout giving Jimin a signal that everything was clear, they freed all hybrids in their cell to the back exit where the H.P.F were. Once all hybrids were safe and secure, Jimin radiod Y/N to tell her that they got all of them except for one. The legendary Yoonji.

No worries Chim, I think I know where she is. While looking at a narrow hallway leading to whatever room Yoonji and Big Man Choi went to.

Y/N stared at Jungkook from across the room, she nodded and Jungkook understand what to do next.

Pretending to be drunk she stumbled upon the hallway and made her way there checking and making sure no one noticed. At the end of the hall she met face to face with the man himself.

This is a restricted area Ma’am, I suggest you go back to where the people were. He stated coldly.

Oh-my! Apologies darling, I was trying to look for a place to rest. I feel uncomfortable with the tight space and chairs you gave us! She scoffed.

The man didn’t respond right away, he saw this woman twice already. He recognized that she’s one of those wealthy elites who are in incognito so that their reputations won’t get ruined specially since hybrids have rights now. He also remembered that she’s one of those who made a bet on Yoonji, spending a huge sum of money on that Scaly slut! Not wanting to displease her he said “ Oh, my apologies Ma’am, what can I do to make your experience better here? He queried.

Well unfortunately, there isn’t anything you can do, I just needed to walk around since my feet are all stiff now she glared.

Not wanting to displease her anymore, he just nodded, bowed his head and walk away.

Annoying piece of shit she gritted. She turned her head subtly looking around to make sure no one’s watching her. She isn’t stupid though, she knows that the asshole, despite not being able to see him around, will still be suspicious of her. But her time was limited, she only have one hybrid to rescue. So with a deep sigh, she turned around and entered the narrow hallway. Making sure no one was tailing her. She reached the end of the hallway, she’s standing in front of a shabby looking door. Looking at it, she reached out and jiggled the door knob and of course it’s locked. Y/N was thinking of a way to open it when someone grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her so hard, gasping from the pain. She felt hot breath close to her ear saying:

What do you think are you doing sweetheart?

Craning her neck, she saw Big Man Choi’s disgusting grin. He smirked when he saw how she was looking at him with all disdain.

Why? What do you got in there? Something of importance?! She grit.

Yeah, you can say that, so no snooping around unless? He looked at her up and down and licked his bottom lip making Y/N shiver with how gross this man was.

She made an effort to shake off the annoyance she was experiencing with the man. She fumbled inside her thigh for her gun, which was fastened there. She grabbed it and gave the man an elbow to the stomach. He lost his balance and fell to the ground because he was hurt and startled by the attack.

Y/N shot Big Man Choi's right leg after seeing the man on the ground and becoming furious. The pain caused the man to shout. The remaining guards in the area were informed by it. She heard Jungkook's voice on her radio as she got ready for a gunfight.

Find the missing hybrid now! I have your back! He gave a command.

She fired twice at the doors' locks while remaining silent. Kicking the door open, she hurriedly scanned the room as she entered it and noticed a small lump in the position of a fetus on one of the room's corners. She approached her and made an effort to rouse the hybrid.

Hey, wake up, we have to leave right away.

When she saw the hybrid's condition, her voice lost its urgency and became hushed. Yoonji only sustained a busted lip and a few bruises before leaving the ring, but how? She appeared to be on the verge of dying. Y/N didn't have anytime left. So she put her arms underneath her and lifted her gently. She heard Yoonji hiss. So Y/N tried to comfort and assure her that she's safe. That she will be taken cared off and that starting from now, she will live a peaceful and happy life, away from all the abuse and violence she experienced.

Kook? I’ve got her, is the coast clear? She said on the radio. Waiting for a couple of minutes he responded.

The coast is clear, were all waiting for you outside!

While these was happening Y/N failed to see that the hybrid on her arms open her eyes briefly and released a sigh. Yoonji felt safe, happy and most of all she felt a tingly sensation throughout her body that made her want to giggle.

Opening her eyes, she was blinded by the bright lights that greeted her. Blinking a couple of times, she roused from the bed and scanned the place. Where was she? Why are there things on my arm? She thought. Unsure of everything, she whimpered… N-no! this can’t be! Her breathing getting heavy, W-what! T-take this o-of me! Don’t – d-don’t want this! D-don’t n-need this!!! She screamed on the top of her lungs. The door on her left slammed open and people in white rushed in to contain her.

Calm down sweetheart, you’re safe … you’re no longer there. A soft yet sad voice reach Yoonji’s ears.

G-get me o-out of this! I I don’t want this! Take it o-out please! She wailed.

You need it sweety, it will help you ease the pain from your bruises. Jisoo persuaded.

I-I DON’T NEED THEM! GET THIS FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME!!! after letting out a loud scream, she felt a sharp pain from her neck. Her vision getting blurry despite that she still kept mumbling Pl-please, st-stop, want her. Please! N-need her, I-I need her! N-need her …

Waking up from the ringtone of her phone. Y/N picked it up right away.

H-hello? She yawned.

Y/N it’s me! I’m sorry for waking you up this late but, the hybrid you brought in is very aggressive! Says Jisoo exasperatedly.

Uh, Soo aren’t all hybrids that we rescue specially from underground dens aggressive? She queried with an eye roll.

Of course I know that! What I meant was the reptile hybrid you rescued, Yoonji? She’s so out of it. We already sedated her but whenever it wears out she goes back to being violent! Throwing things around, screaming and crying. B-but she was screaming only one thing. Jisoo’s voice turning into a whisper.

I think you need to get here Y/N, We all really tried but she kept mumbling want her – want her. You were the one that took her here so I believe you’re the one she is asking for muttered Jisoo.

Rubbing the sleep out of her face she responded. Thanks for telling me Soo, I’ll be there right away. With that said she took her keys and ran to her car to get to the sanctuary.

The scene that Y/N came upon was chaotic. The moment she saw the situation she got angry. Stepping inside the room, she saw that guards and nurses were on one side of the room and a scared but hostile Yoonji was pressed up against the corner of the room. Of course the hybrid will be like this given the situation that they are in: she’s in a new environment, with strangers who are ganging up on her. She will definitely feel defensive.

I know, what we are doing right now isn’t ideal, and I will allow you to get angry at me later but we didn’t have a choice. Jisoo said frantically.

Still looking at the hybrid, Y/N whispered. What do you want me to do then?

Before Jisoo can respond, Yoonji looked at Y/N. Her eyes dilated and her body automatically relaxed.

Y-you? She whimpered.

M-mate please. Please. Yoonji muttered, her lips quivering. She doesn’t know what she’s feeling. If she’s supposed to be happy to finally meet her other half or angry that her mate was not on her side protecting her and was still talking to the beautiful looking human beside her.

Y/N’s eyes doubled in size when she heard what Yoonji just uttered. Ma-mate? I’m your- you think I’m your mate? She mused.

Not leaving her eyes on the hybrid Jisoo nodded and said Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Still feeling overwhelmed with the situation but wanting to de escalate it. Y/N walked slowly towards Yoonji. The guards and nurses made way for her while she approaches the hybrid. As soon as Yoonji sees her walk towards her, her face lit up. She lifted her hands and reached out to her. When Y/N was a centimeter away from Yoonji’s outstretched hand she took it and held her hand so delicately. Her hand was rough, a lot of cuts and calluses from her years in the underground ring but despite that she felt so warm the moment their hands touch, like as if she was filled with something she didn’t know was missing before. Y/N looked up to finally look at Yoonji and the moment their eyes met she knew that Yoonji was not making up the mate thing. Y/N pulled Yoonji close, there was no resistance from Yoonji. She just melted from the hug that Y/N gave. She nuzzled on the crook of her neck and wrap her arms around her. After a few seconds of them hugging. Yoonji looked up at Y/N and whispered It’s you, it’s really you? I thought I’ll never get to meet you. After saying this the tears that were pooling finally fell. Gripping Y’N’s shirt tight Yoonji added ‘m happy to finally meet you. Y/N was left looking at her with all the love and affection she can ever give. She squeezed her, not tight enough just to assure Yoonji that she heard and acknowledges what she said. Lowering down her lips, she gave the hybrids head a soft peck and also whispered Me too.

I c-can’t believe this. I always knew that some part of me was missing, but I-I never thought that it was this? You know. Y/N whispered to Jisoo who was across from her. They are both in the room where Yoonji is in. The hybrid was fast asleep. After meeting Y/N, Yoonji felt safe enough to rest but given that she should be holding her mates’ hand. She’s been cuddling her hand for half an hour now, and whenever Y/N tries to take her hand back Yoonji will hold it in a vice grip so she just let it be.

And I believe you’re relieved with the situation?. Jisoo asked her while arching her brow at her friend. Y/N nodded and smiled while looking at her Yoonji.

That’s great then. I think you have to stay for a bit longer since she wont let you go huh? Jisoo mused, while Y/N giggled like a school girl. Don’t worry Soo, I’ll take care of her. Jisoo nodded and told her that if she ever need her, she should just give her a call. After Jisoo left, Y/N is still staring at the hybrid with a small smile. She’s feeling all tingly inside. Looking back now, the first time she saw Yoonji in the underground ring she felt a pull. Like as if her mind, heart and body was telling her that she should be near the hybrid, but she didn’t dwell on it that much since they were supposed to assess the situation of the underground ring. She’s happy now though, no more cold nights without a lover keeping her awake. She can’t help herself to imagine what her future will be like now that she’s with her mate.

Being glared at was far from all of the things Y/N imagined when she went back to the sanctuary to see Yoonji again. After a couple of hours last night, when Yoonji was in deep slumber she was able to pry her hand from hers to finally rest in one of the many vacant rooms in the sanctuary. As much as she wanted to just lay with Yoonji, her rational side told her that she was just rescued from an abusive life and having to wake up to a new place and a stranger next to her despite being her mate was not ideal. So, with a light peck that she gave on Yoonji’s forehead she stepped out of the room. Back to the present, she was so excited to see Yoonji again after taking a rest on a fairly decent bed. She was a bit taken a back when the hybrid that had clung to her yesterday was staring daggers at her.

A-uhm- Good morning! I brought breakfast?

Raising the plastic bags with food. Y/N was hesitant to come near her so she stayed glued on the doorway. Expecting a response she waited for a couple of seconds when Yoonji looked the other way. Deeming its okay to be near her Y/N walked towards her and before she can let out another sentence about the food she ordered. She froze when she heard a loud hiss coming from her. Looking up from taking out the boxes of food, she saw how dilated Yoonji’s eyes were. She knew that the Yoonji from yesterday was different to the Yoonji today. She stopped just a few feet away from Yoonji’s bed and said

D-did I do something wrong Yoonji?. Looking Y/N up and down she hissed.

Who the fuck are you?! Are you one of those assholes again, trying to persuade me in drinking that nasty shit! I don’t want you! And your friends, just get me out of this fucking place!. Y/N’s eyes doubled in size.

W-what do you mean who am i? yo-you? Don’t you remember what happened yesterday? She asked anxiously. What happened yesterday was a complete surprise to her but she accepted the idea of having Yoonji as a mate right away.

Yesterday? Yoonji scoffed

Yesterday you assholes cornered me and injected me something that made me drousy! Whatever the fuck you were talking about, I DON’T REMEMBER. AND I.DON’T.GIVE.A.FUCK! she gritted while enunciating each words.

Please tell me Soo, did I just imagine all that happened yesterday? Y/N asked her friend.

Jisoo sighed and responded, No Y/N, everything that happened yesterday were real, I and everybody inside Yoonjis room saw it. We’re your witnesses.

Then why? She asked again confused.

I think that Yoonji can be right and wrong at the same time. What she said about us sedating her was true and that she can all just said those things but Y/N the moment she woke up, it was you she was asking for. Jisoo explained.

Still lost in her thoughts, she didn’t show any reaction.

Hey, she said softly. I believe that you and Yoonji are really mates. She was asking you to get out of the room so bad, but the moment you stepped out her eyes turned glassy, I even saw her hands clenching so hard as if she was forcing herself not to reach out for you. Thinking back to her going to check what was happening in Yoonji’s room since the hybrid was yelling on the top of her lungs.

Aside from Yoonji, how about you? I didn’t have the time to ask you yesterday. Her friend queried.

What about me? she raised her brow to her.

I mean, what do you feel? I know that you’re surprised about the revelation of having a mate, but what do you think?

Y/N’s face lit up while thinking about the events that happened yesterday, she said Well, I-I was surprised of course but happy…I thought I was going to spend my life alone given you know, my past experiences. But hearing that from her made me feel, content and assured that there was someone out there who was just for me. I-I’m really happy Soo, and you know what! She yelled making her friend flinch in surprise Whatever is her reason for pretending that she said all those stuffs yesterday will not stop me from being with her. I-I want to be someone that can keep her safe, loved and cared for no matter what she thinks.

Jisoo was surprised with her friends declaration but at the same time she knows that she shouldn’t because being friends with Y/N she learned that when she says something, she means it and that she will do everything in her power to be able to achieve it.

Alright, I totally support you in this but do remember that she’s still recovering from all the abuse and trauma she have experienced. It will take time but I believe that if you prove to her that you are someone willing to wait and endure for her then she will open up to you.

Feeling confident and supported she smiled brightly towards her friend and thought of things she needed to do to prove to Yoonji that she will be with her as her mate forever.

This can’t be real, all my life I’ve hoped for a mate. My mate that will set me free from everything that I’ve endured. But now that she’s here, she’s within reach. I feel like I can’t fathom the idea of having her near me. Yoonji thought.

The day after being dismissed by Yoonji, Y/N kept coming back. It’s been two weeks straight and the hybrid is just getting restless and irritated.

A hiss was heard the moment Y/N entered Yoonji’s room.

Good morning Yoonji! I brought you some flowers since the flowers I brought last week have completely wilted she said while gesturing to the flower vase near her desk.

A cold stare was Yoonji’s response to Y/N’s cheerful greeting. Not letting it sour her mood, she continued walking towards the vase while talking about her morning. Ever since Y/N’s first visit she was the only one talking, at first it was to get rid of the awkwardness that she felt whenever Yoonji just raise her brow at her but now it’s just automatic that the moment she enters her room she will talk about anything under the sun. She was cut of though mid sentence when Yoonji said…

Stop

Quickly turning her head to face Yoonji, she have both her brows raised since she wasn’t sure if it was really Yoonji who spoke when

Stop doing whatever it is you’re doing here. After saying those lines Yoonji looked at her dead in the eye and continued I don’t want you here, I don’t need you here so for your sake get the fuck out and never come back. Then she laid on her side and covered herself with the blanket.

Letting her face fell, Y/N responded. I know you don’t trust me and that you’re scared right now but will do the best that I can for you to open up for me. I-im your mate Yoonji, I won’t just abandon you, Im with you for life I—

You’re HUMAN!!! What do you know about fucking mates!? This thing doesn’t even exist for you guys, so stop pretending that you know what being a mate is! It’s making you more stupid and pathetic Yoonji greeted.

Not wanting to push further Y/N just bowed her head and nodded. Leaving everything on the desk below her she quickly left her room.

She really was trying. Yoonji was right though, soulmates are not a thing for humans but after a couple of years that hybrids are being in a relationship with humans the concept came about and a lot of humans do claim that the idea of being mates with a hybrid is a real thing and that all of those humans who are mated claims that as if the hollow feeling that they get is no more because of having their other halves. That’s what Y/N feels, but apparently it’s not something Yoonji wanted to accept.

Yoonji expected that after her outburst yesterday it will deter Y/N and she won't be visiting her for awhile but of course it didn't. She's still there the next day talking Yoonji's ear off. Y/N is determined as she was stubborn. While in the middle of Y/N's non stop talkathon she failed to notice that one of the laces of her shoes were untied, and as she spun around to look at Yoonji she tripped on it and stumbled. Frantic to gain her balance she grabbed whatever in her reach to steady her and unfortunately that something she grabbed something slim, scaly and tiny but before Y/N was able to look at what she was gripping hard on, her face was smacked hard. Loosing her grip on what she was holding onto, she completely slumped on the floor. A stinging pain was what Y/N felt now that she's on the floor. She raised her hand to hold her cheek and after giving a soft swipe on her left cheek, she brought her hand to where her vision and was surprised when she saw red liquid on her fingertips. Furrowing her brows she swiped her left cheek once more and still saw that she was bleeding, after realizing she looked up to where Yoonji was and saw a blank face. She looked like as if she didn't claw her face with her long nails that weren't cut because she refused to. Understanding dawned in Y/N's face and she stood up and left her room one more time. Whenever Yoonji sent her mate out of her room, she always know that she will come back right away it's just her instincts telling her that she didn't upset her mate enough to make her abandon her. But now, this time a chill went down her spine when she saw a glimpse of Y/N's expression before she left. A face of someone who finally gave up on her.

She shouldn’t feel this way, actually she doesn’t have the right to feel this way. It was her own doing that drove her away. Three days have passed after the incident that happened in Yoonji’s room. The morning after she already felt her heartache when Y/N didn’t show up as soon as the sanctuary was open. She waited for a couple more hours because maybe she just have something to do before bursting into her room and apologizing about being late. It already happened a couple of times so maybe, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Yoonji was under Jisoo’s care. The human was in charge with everything medical related for Yoonji. The moment Jisoo entered her room, she was surprised that she wasn’t hit by a pillow courtesy of Yoonji. Whenever Jisoo do her daily routine check up with the hybrid the first thing that will greet her won’t be a hello, not even a hiss. It will always be a pillow. She remembered the first time Yoonji yeeted her pillow towards her, how scared and scandalized she was. But after a couple of months she learned to dodge all of them. It’s been two days that Yoonji didn’t bother to throw her pillow at her. Whenever Jisoo give her a long look, the hybrid just looks more depress than ever.

She’s just busy.

Hearing another phrase other than Hello? How do you feel? From the Doctor made Yoonji whip her head fast to face her.

I didn’t say anything she hissed.

Yeah? you didn’t but you look like you needed some answers. Jisoo defended.

Looking away the hybrid didn’t reply. She didn’t even want to talk about it in the first place. But deep inside, she really wanted to see her again.

She’s a teacher, thought I can share something about her since I know you never asked her anything. Jisoo said, wanting to coax Yoonji to talk a little.

Apart from being a teacher, she’s also part of the T.A.L.R.H –

What the fuck is that? Yoonji interrupted.

It’s The Association of Legal Rights for Hybrids. She’s one of the thousand volunteers and one of the bravest too. She praised.

Since when did that been a thing?

It’s been 10 years now, since the association came to be and it’s been years now that Hybrids are living free. She added.

Yoonji doesn’t want to believe what she was saying, humans are bad and cruel to her kind so why change? She thought. She can’t deny that she’s actually witnessing the things that her Doctor is talking about. The nurses that assists her are cats and dog hybrids. She remembered that the police officer who interviewed her about her life then was also a hybrid and a wolf hybrid at that. She remembered how humans wanted to kill wolf hybrids because of their fear but now it’s one of the protectors of the city. Did people really accepted them? Then why did it took so long for them to rescue them from Big man choi? Why did she suffer for so long. With that remaining thought, she removed the idea of finally accepting her mate and living life freely because no matter what happens she’s still different from them.

Get out, she whispered.

Yoonji—Jisoo tried to comfort, but before she can even finish, the hybrid looked at her menacingly and Jisoo released a huge sigh and left her in her room.

How is she Soo? Does she –

Yes, she does. She misses you a lot. Jisoo confirmed.

When are you coming to visit her again? Its been a week you know?!

I know, it’s just … I’m in love with her but I’m also kinda petty. I also want her to miss me. I think she have to feel that after being mean to me and all. Y/N mumbled.

You are both stubborn and prideful. I don’t know what will happen if you get together finally. Her friend responded.

Just for a couple days and then I’ll go see her again. Y/N promised.

It’s up to you Y/N. I have to go anyway I have a lot of things to do. Jisoo dismissed.

Of course. I’ll talk to you then Soo. Bye love you.

Take care, love you too.

So, she talks to you but she doesn’t come and see me? said Yoonji in a cold tone.

Hearing and seeing her out of her room and in her office surprised Jisoo that made her shout.

My gosh! Please don’t do that, and why are you hiding here with all the lights turned off. She scolded.

You didn’t answer my question Doctor. She replied.

Well, yes I talk to her since she’s my friend and all our conversation revolve around you since she’s not visiting you lately.

Yoonji nodded her head in thought and hummed.

I came here because I wanted to ask about the conversation you and my mate--I mean Y/N was talking about … she blushed when Jisoo gave her a smirk when she unconsciously mentioned Y/N as her mate rather than human before.

Which was? Jisoo queried.

About being adopted and cared for by her. Yoonji said with seriousness and finality in her sentence.

All Jisoo did was to nod.

Soo it’s freaking early in the morning, and why are you calling me on a Saturday when you know I sleep in! Y/N mumbled trying to wake herself up.

Good morning to you too. I guess you were busy last night and wasn’t able to read my message.

What message are you talking about? She yawned.

About me taking Yoonji to your place since she will be living with you because she agreed to have you as her care taker. She said nonchalantly.

Okay.

1 …

2 …

3 …

WAIT WHAAAT!!!!

Yep, so get up, get dressed and make us breakfast because we are on our way to you.

FUUUCK, WHAJDASKF IVNAEKRJCAEFMIRLV CHUAERV …

Jisoo ended the call, but she saw the smirk that Yoonji had on her face after listening to the conversation the two had and how panic Y/N was.

Yoonji feels excited, giddy yet nervous to see her after 2 weeks but she knows she had to try. That’s what Jisoo told her, she had to try and if she feels uncomfortable she can just run away never to be seen again. But she hopes that it won’t get that way.

Y/N didn’t know what to do first. Does she wash her face, brush her teeth? Or maybe just take a bath. Yeah … that’s what she’s going to do. She noticed how Yoonji wrinkles her nose whenever she smell her so to be safe, she needs to take a quick shower.

Y/N was in the middle of making another batch of pancakes when she heard her door bell ring.

Hold on a second! She yelled from the kitchen. Putting down the spatula and turning off the stove. She walked briskly towards her front door, reaching the door handle. She paused and composed herself. She wanted to make a good impression, no wait … she wanted to act nonchalant towards Yoonji when she meets her again, yeah that’s what I’m going to do she mumbled to herself.

She finally opened the door and before she can say another word.

My gosh what took you so long? Questioned Jisoo and walking past her with Yoonji in tow.

Y/N couldn’t even start with the persona she thought of because of how her friend interrupted her, so she instead followed them both to the kitchen.

Thanks Y/N for cooking, we’re sooo hungry Jisoo said while chewing some pancake.

You’re welcome she whispered and looked at the beautiful girl across from her friend.

Yoonji was sat on a stool eating her fair share of pancakes, when she looked up at Y/N saying thanks.

Despite how cold she said the word, it still made Y/N’s heart flutter. This was the first word that she heard from her other than the yelling and cursing.

And as if Y/N was able to move on from hearing Yoonji say something good towards her she nearly broke down from what she heard from her next.

So? You just gonna stand there and look stupid? Sit down and eat. You made this anyway. Yoonji said irritated from pushing a plate with pancakes and syrup she prepared for Y/N.

Before she can say anything stupid, she just nodded and sat down. Only the noise of the cutleries scraping the plates were heard from the kitchen.

So here are her papers proving that you will be Yoonji’s guardian from now on or whatever Yoonji chooses after the 3 months mark. Jisoo said while passing the documents to Y/N.

If ever you have questions just call me. Alrighty. She hugged Y/N and waved Yoonji goodbye and finally shut the door.

It was only her and Yoonji in her living room.

The moment she turned around to speak to Yoonji, she was already heading to the guess bedroom that Y/N hastedly prepared before she got here and immediately shut the door.

Y/N just let out a huge sigh and headed to her home office to keep the documents and files she received from her friend.

When Yoonji decided to accept the offer of living with her mate. She was sure she was going to finally open up to her and accept that she’s mated to a human, but alas no matter what she tried she always take one step back. Her life in Y/N’s home was just about her sleeping, staying in her bedroom and occasionally watching TV in the living room. She wasn’t oblivious about all the things that her mate was trying to do. From small talk, to cooking different kinds of food just to see which one Yoonji likes to even buying Yoonji a phone because she said that it’s something she can use if ever there was an emergency. Yoonji felt guilty that despite how rude and such a bitch she was she was still so stubbornly nice and respectful towards her. If it were any other owner or human she might be beaten to a pulp. That’s why she couldn’t for a life of her understand why she said such horrible things towards Y/N when all she wanted was to be a great mate.

Earlier …

Yoonji? A soft knock was heard from the other side of Yoonji’s bedroom. Yoonji ought to reply but she just feels annoyed all day, she thinks that maybe after a very long time that she haven’t felt it, it’s finally time.

Instead of responding to her like a normal being. She opt to swung the door open and gave the most nastiest scowl she can give her. Y/N was a bit surprised to how Yoonji opened the door, but eh? It’s what Yoonji always do. Yoonji’s living with her for nearly four months already so she’s used to her outbursts from the sanctuary to now so she just shrugged and continued on to what she originally wanted to show her.

Sorry to bother you Yoonji, but if you have a minute I just wanted to show you something. Y/N said with enthusiasm that made Yoonji cringe more but followed after her anyway.

Of all things that Y/N could give Yoonji, Yoonji didn’t expect to see such beautiful thing.

Sitting in the middle of the living room was a brand new electric keyboard. It was the one that Yoonji had added in her kart in an online shopping app that she registered in. She dreamed about owning one ever since she watched people on Youtube play it. The sound of a piano or music really made Yoonji feel so relax and at ease. It makes her feel like despite everything that she’d been through there’s always calmness and hope. So why is it making her angry seeing it in the house before her very eyes? … She can’t even understand what Y/N was talking about. The anger, guilt, joy and remorse she was feeling made her snap at Y/N.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW I’VE BEEN WANTING ONE HUH!

YOU THINK THAT BUYING ME ALL THESE SHIT THAT YOU’VE BEEN GIVING ME FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS IS GOING TO MAKE ME SUCCUMB TO YOU!!! MAKE ME … MAKE ME PLIANT TO ALL YOUR DIRTY, TWISTED AND SICK MINDED WANTS!

Yoonji shouted at the top of her lungs. She really was fuming, why do you have to be so nice. It was much easier to have you be an evil person than this.

I-I th-thought this will make you happy, you always have a smile on your face whenever I see you listen to music. I even saw you move your fingers in the air like you were playing a piano so I thought it was best to give you one … I’m not giving you these things because I want you to submit to me. I-I just wanted to make you happy. That’s all I wanted to do for you. You deserve it, specially after everything you’ve been though.

AND YOU THOUGHT MATERIAL THINGS WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY! WOULD MAKE ME CONTENT AND SATISFIED. IF THAT’S WHAT MATTERED TO ME I WOULD HAVE TAKEN ALL THE GOLD, JEWELRIES AND MONEY THAT MY DEMON OWNER HAVE OFFERED ME! I-I DON’T EVEN---

With Yoonji’s rampage, she failed to see the hurt and the sorrow written all over Y/N’s face. While Yoonji was in the middle of mumbling profanities towards her she stopped when …

So why stay? Y/N whispered.

What the fuck did you say? Questioned Yoonji.

I said, why are you staying with me when you loath me Yoonji. She said now cold dark eyes staring right at her.

What Y/N said made Yoonji gulp and take a step back. She was speechless, she didn’t know what to say.

Why do you continue living with me when I just remind you that you are tied to someone so disgusting, so horrifying, so perverted, someone intolerable huh? She questioned slightly raising her voice to her.

What made Yoonji’s heart break was when Y/N said.

They said that having a mate will make you feel euphoria. All I wanted was to love my mate and be loved back. I didn’t know that until now I will never be worth it enough to love and be loved.

She tried. She knows in her heart that she tried but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t always enough. When she was young, wanting the love and the attention of her parents. Giving her all in relationships be it friendships and romantic partners. It was Jisoo who stayed and loved her platonically and made her realized her worth and find her passion in looking after hybrids too.

Soulmates are a huge thing in society, even though having a soulmate as a human was rather rare than for hybrids. It’s not taken lightly. When you are given a soulmate you will be considered one of the lucky ones. Someone truly blessed with a partner mind, body, heart and soul connected to each other. So when she found out that she was one of the lucky ones given a soulmate she thank God for her. Y/N knew that it was going to be difficult to win Yoonji over, specially given that Yoonji had a rough life from cruel people before. When they first saw each other in the underground ring, Y/N instantly felt something deep inside of her, she knew that Yoonji felt it too, but Yoonji didn’t want to hope, since she thought that her mate was one of the people enjoying torturing their kind. But when she was rescued by Y/N and was treated as someone special, someone that was truly loved she didn’t how to react hence her lashing out on her every chance she get. Despite her bitchy attitude, Y/N was patient, understanding, caring and dare say loving too. Yoonji thought that Y/N will always stay like that, but today she pushed her too much to the point that all the fight that Y/N have for her seemed like it was gone now. Like Y/N has given up on her completely.

After the exchange that Y/N and Yoonji had in the living room, Y/N excused herself and went to her office. The time reads 12:13 am, and Yoonji never saw or heard Y/N go out of the office. Releasing a huge sigh, Yoonji tried to go to bed and told herself that in the morning she have to make things right with her.

The smell of coffee permeates the air. Yoonji always loved the smell of coffee, so flicking her tongue out she head out her bedroom. She slowly went to the kitchen when she was greeted by Y/N’s back. She’s cooking breakfast. There are two plates on the table and two mugs of coffee which made Yoonji believe that Y/N doesn’t hate her enough to just make breakfast for herself.

H-hey. Yoonji called out softly. She saw how Y/N tensed up but decided not to comment on it and just sat down on the stool in front of her.

Y/N acknowledge Yoonji with a side glance and continue cooking them some eggs. After she was done she placed their food on each of the plates. Sat down and gestured to Yoonji that she can eat. Yoonji felt how awkward and tense the atmosphere between them was. She wanted to say something, she doesn’t know but she knows she has to say something. When she was about to open her mouth and speak up, Y/N beat her to it.

I’m sorry Yoonji. I didn’t know that keeping you with me made you feel so caged up. I thought that us being mates was enough to make you feel at least okay with me, but I-I guess I was wrong. She told her.

Yoonji felt her stomach twist with how Y/N was still able to apologize when all she did was be a good human, a great mate. It was Yoonji who was supposed to apologize but Y/N continued and say …

So, I sent your papers back in the sanctuary. Don’t worry. I didn’t say anything bad about you. I told them that you need to make your own choices from now. And that you should be able to live your life the way you want it. And if being tied with a mate was something you hate don’t worry because I told them that we aren’t compatible and that you are free to do whatever you want right now.

Hearing those words from Y/N made Yoonji pale. She felt so lost, she knew that Y/N’s patience with her was running thin and that one day she will finally kick her out because she realized that she wasn’t worth it.

You don’t have to worry about money or housing because the sanctuary is willing to help you start a new lif--

NO!

Y/N was startled.

I-I don’t want that! I-I. Yoonji stammered.

Then what the fuck do you want Yoonji! I show you how much I’m happy and in love to have you as my mate, you hate me. I give you a way out, and you don’t want it too. Make up your mind! Y/N yelled.

It was the first time that Y/N ever yelled at her. The first that she showed a different emotion other than being in love with her. It scared Yoonji because Y/N might really think that Yoonji didn’t want this, didn’t want her. So she calmed herself and tried to speak up one more time. But she didn’t know how to say it so instead of talking she raised her arms and yanked Y/N close and wrapped her arms around her. She buried her head on the crook of her neck and stayed their. Y/N visibly stiffened, she wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to reciprocate the skinship Yoonji was giving. Sensing Y/N’s mental dilemma Yoonji whispered.

I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry. I was afraid. I still am. All my life I’ve been looking forward to meet you but now that your really here. I-I’m afraid that one day you’ll realize I’m not someone worth having, keeping and loving. Yoonji said all these with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N was surprised that Yoonji finally opened up to her. She knew how hard it was to think all these things but she’s so proud of Yoonji for pouring her heart out to her. Now she knows what Yoonji felt and she’s hoping for Yoonji to at least give her a chance to try. So, Y/N brought her hands to Yoonji’s cheeks and cup them. She was awestruck, it’s the first time that she’s seen Yoonji up close. She’s so so beautiful, despite having tear stains on her cheeks and having a flushed face. It made her look so adorable.

Thank you baby, thank you for finally telling me how you feel. Y/N said with love and adoration written on her face.

Yoonji feeling Y/N’s hands on her face made her feel so relaxed and comforted. She nuzzled one of Y/N’s hands and pouted. Yoonji sniffed Y/N and let herself finally sink in that her mate smells good and that she’s good. That she’s going to have a wonderful life with her.

You’re so beautiful and cute my baby. Y/N smiled at her.

Hearing those words from her made Yoonji feel shy so she wiggled out of Y/N’s hold and instead nuzzled back on the crook of Y/N’s neck. Y/N chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around Yoonji and started swaying them both slightly from side to side.

There were a lot of things that they have to talk about, they both knew that but it can wait for later. They just wanted to be in each other’s arms for now.

Logging out of her online classes. She stretch her arms and let out a big yawn. Yoonji just finished presenting her thesis in class and she received amazing feedback from the panel of professors listening to her. Her thesis took so much of her time and energy and now that’s finally out of the way she can finally relax.

Yoonji head out of her small studio room where she practically lives in because she attends online University and also where she works on her music. She went straight to their bedroom and laid in bed and was fast asleep.

She woke up when she felt pleasure between her legs. Opening her eyes, she looked down immediately and wasn’t shocked at what she sees. It’s what she loved waking up to. Being eaten out by the love of her life, her best friend, her mate.

Y/N looked up and their eyes met. She dragged her tongue from her slit to her clit where she suckled it, and released it with a pop.

Hi baby, you always taste so good. Y/N purred.

Feeling overwhelmed with arousal Yoonji tried to grind her pussy on Y/N’s face wanting to feel the pleasure her mate was giving her. She whined when Y/N stood on her knees and was far away from Yoonji’s aching pussy.

Mo-mommyyy pl-pleaassse, Yoonji needs you, my pussy needs you please. She begged her.

Looking down at Yoonji, Y/N can’t deny how beautiful, sexy and intoxicating her Yoonji was. Her cute nipples hard. Her legs spread wide open, giving her an amazing view of her glistening pussy. How smooth, flawless and pink her pussy was. But looking at Yoonji’s face was a stark contrast of her body. Her cheeks pink because of embarrassment and arousal. Her eyes are teary, which shows how needy she is with Y/N’s touch.

Y/N was taken back to reality when Yoonji whimpered and begged again to be filled up by her cock. Who was Y/N to deny such a request from her angel.

Quickly taking out her length. She aligned it at her lips dragging it up and down to get some of her juices on her tip. When Yoonji felt Y/N’s tip on her clit she shuddered, she wants to be full so she whined one more time and cried out when Y/N’s cock was shoved deep inside of her without warning.

Y/N took hold of Yoonji’s hips and started thrusting in and out of her fast.

Yeah, baby you want Mommy fucking you like this huh? Want Mommy pounding her baby’s tiny pussy. Y/N said while fucking her.

The only words coming out of Yoonji’s mouth were slurred words of yesses and Mommy.

With the intense pleasure that Yoonji feels she came right away without warning Y/N. She squirted when she came and the force of her orgasm pushed Y/N’s cock out. So, Y/N just decided to watch her Yoonji’s pussy squirt non-stop because of her orgasm. After a couple of seconds she shoved her cock back in again. Not wanting to let her baby rest. Yoonji loved being fucked multiple times. Because of that Y/N always made sure that Yoonji orgasmed at least three to four times so that she can finally be satiated.

After a couple of rounds later, heavy breaths were only heard in their bedroom as the couple looked up at the ceiling. They were a total mess. When Y/N was finally settled she got out of bed and went to their bathroom to wipe her cock and bring a cloth dipped in warm water so that she can finally clean Yoonji up. Her pussy was oozing with a mixture of her and Y/N’s cum. The bedsheet was also wet because of her squirts from their intense love making. Y/N nearing her she sat down at the bottom of the bed and gently drag the cloth to Yoonji’s pussy which made her whine from the overstimulation.

Mommy ‘sensitive she whined.

I know baby, Mommy’s sorry for going rough on you. Mommy just wanted to have her baby girl again after a couple of weeks of us being busy. I think we needed that. Y/N explained.

Yes Mommy. No worries, it wasn’t rough for me. It felt so so good. Always good whenever you fuck me. She said while grinning at her lover.

That’s great to hear baby. Now, come let’s take a shower. We need to clean up so that we can have dinner and rest for tonight. Y/N told her and Yoonji just nodded her headed.

Yoonji was being lifted up on Y/N’s arms towards the bathroom.

In the closed shower room, the sound of water falling and moans were heard once again.

4 years later …

Yoonji and Y/N were sitting on a picnic blanket surrounded by the food that they both prepared for their picnic. Whenever spring comes around it has been their tradition to go to a meadow deep inside a mountain trail near their place. This is where the couple just surround themselves with the sweet scent of wild flowers blooming and feeling the cool air on their skin as they laugh and talk about things happening about their lives.

It’s nearing sun down and both was just sitting in comfortable silence. Content to be together and just reflect on what their lives have been after the couple of years they’ve been together. When Yoonji was just staring at the horizon she always made sure to compliment how beautiful the sky was. While Yoonji does so, Y/N’s gaze remains on Yoonji alone, looking at the side profile of her mate. How cute her button nose crinkles when she smiles, how adorable her gummy smile was and her hair being blown by the wind. Yoonji looks ethereal, and Y/N feels so lucky to have her as a mate.

She’s so in love with her that’s why while Yoonji was so distracted she pulled out the ring inside her jacket and called Yoonji’s name.

Yoonji’s eyes grew big when she saw the diamond ring her mate was showing her, she shouldn’t be surprised because Y/N always hinted that she wanted to marry her mated or not but witnessing the scene before her surprised her a lot. Yoonji was so overwhelmed that she can’t say anything and just let the tears on her eyes flow freely down her cheeks. Seeing this made Y/N cup her cheeks and cooed at her.

Baby, why are you crying? Do you not want to marry me? Y/N queried.

Yoonji shook her head immediately and looked up at her mate and stuttered.

O-of c-course, I w-waaannnt too. She sobbed louder.

Hearing her response made Y/N relaxed so she chuckled at Yoonji’s reaction and just cradled her in her arms.

Then will you wear my ring baby? She prodded.

Yoonji offered her left hand and Y/N put the jewelry on her ring finger and kissed her temple afterwards.

T-thank you M-mommy for everything you’ve done for me. Yoonji said.

You don’t need to thank me baby, Y/N chastised.

No, I-I just want to tell you how happy and grateful I am for you. Thank you for rescuing me back in the underground ring. Thank you for being patient and lovely towards me the first months I was out, I know how rude and bitchy I was but instead of giving up on me, you stayed and proved how much you love me. Thank you f-for helping me live my life by going to school, now I’ve graduated and have an amazing job doing music. I c-can’t thank you enough but I will live my life showing you how much I love you. Yoonji proclaimed.

Thank you for telling me all of this my angel, I’ll do the same then too. I’ll live my life showing you how much I love you. Y/N responded.

The couple looked at each other and their lips met, the kiss then became more passionate as the lovers wanted to prove to the other how grateful they are to have each other. Yoonji then whimpered and say Mommy please make love to me. Who was Y/N to deny her mates request so she asked Yoonji to lay down on the picnic blanket they were sitting on. Yoonji looked so beautiful with her hair spread out above her head, one of the strap of her sundress down and she spread her legs wide to show Y/N that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Seeing that made Y/N chuckle.

My angel’s naughty, not wearing panties under her dress she said while going down on her.

Yoonji released a soft moan when she felt Y/N’s tongue lick her clit and suckle it.

Wanna be ready for you always Mommy, she claimed.

That’s my good girl Y/N responded and continued eating her out, within minutes Yoonji came with a gasp. Not letting her recover Y/N immediately released her cock from her underwear and shoved it in her wet pussy. Yoonji whined at how sensitive she was, but didn’t complain once Y/N started thrusting in and out of her.

Your so wet baby, so tight no matter how many times Mommy fucks your tiny pussy. She growled near Yoonji’s ear.

Yoonji just nodded, couldn’t speak up because of the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

Y/N couldn’t get enough of her so she took hold of Yoonji’s legs and brought her knees to her chest. When Yoonji was folded in half, Y/N started fucking her fast and hard. Yoonji started sobbing because with this position she can feel her Mommy deep inside of her, and with that she came with a squirt and despite how she was cumming hard Y/N still rammed her until she came inside her hard. Y/N thrusted a couple more times to ride out her orgasm and when both came down from their high’s they looked at each other and giggled. Y/N kissed Yoonji just because she looked so adorable with her gummy smile and told her I love you. In which Yoonji replied with an I love you too Mommy, so much.

FIN.

Author’s note: Hello there darlings, I hope this story made you fall in love with Min Yoonji, Because I did. If you want to read more of my works, do comment and like the stories I have in this blog and I will write soon – Love Francene Molove.

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